Aaron . . . Beauty? or Beast?
Can you say "Pain in every inch of my body, and I can't walk, laugh, talk, or let alone climb stairs at school?"
I hadn't planned on going into the gym on Monday. Somehow I didn't get on Aaron's schedule, and I had to meet a classmate for a little study group, but...Aaron called and said, "You're going to be here at 1, right?" What could I say? I guess I could've said no, but I really did want to go.
After hurting my shoulder pretty bad earlier this year, my workouts were not half as bad as they used to be. Mostly we just worked on my lower body, and getting my butt to "function" properly. Lower body stuff, for me, is pretty easy. But, alas, the shoulder is healed, and my butt knows how to function... what's left? Complete and utter TORTURE!!! Monday, Aaron had me run through a kind of circuit training thing that I haven't done in over half a year. I was on the verge of tears, and I was stupid and hadn't drank water all weekend, and I hadn't eaten since 6 that morning...so being on the verge of puking up whatever was in my stomach was not so far fetched.
Do you think Aaron cared? Absolutley not! That's his job I guess. I would say I couldn't do something and he would just take those pretty blue eyes and look at me, and then look at the weights, and back to me, and so forth, until I could stomach up the energy to pump out the remainder of my set. I had to ask...why was he being so mean to me? His reply? "I want you to be ripped, and this is how it's done!"
He may look really cute, but only when I'm out of the gym, and I think back on him. In the gym? He's the most insensitive, unsympathetic, beast that I know!
Can you say "Pain in every inch of my body, and I can't walk, laugh, talk, or let alone climb stairs at school?"
I hadn't planned on going into the gym on Monday. Somehow I didn't get on Aaron's schedule, and I had to meet a classmate for a little study group, but...Aaron called and said, "You're going to be here at 1, right?" What could I say? I guess I could've said no, but I really did want to go.
After hurting my shoulder pretty bad earlier this year, my workouts were not half as bad as they used to be. Mostly we just worked on my lower body, and getting my butt to "function" properly. Lower body stuff, for me, is pretty easy. But, alas, the shoulder is healed, and my butt knows how to function... what's left? Complete and utter TORTURE!!! Monday, Aaron had me run through a kind of circuit training thing that I haven't done in over half a year. I was on the verge of tears, and I was stupid and hadn't drank water all weekend, and I hadn't eaten since 6 that morning...so being on the verge of puking up whatever was in my stomach was not so far fetched.
Do you think Aaron cared? Absolutley not! That's his job I guess. I would say I couldn't do something and he would just take those pretty blue eyes and look at me, and then look at the weights, and back to me, and so forth, until I could stomach up the energy to pump out the remainder of my set. I had to ask...why was he being so mean to me? His reply? "I want you to be ripped, and this is how it's done!"
He may look really cute, but only when I'm out of the gym, and I think back on him. In the gym? He's the most insensitive, unsympathetic, beast that I know!
Comments