My sister and I hired a personal trainer once.
It was great for a week . . .
by week 2, I was just sending his calls to voicemail when he would call to wake us up to come to the gym.
Yes, that's right. He gave us a wake up call on gym days so that we'd be sure to make it. Didn't matter to him in terms of pay since we had already paid our money and would lose it if we didn't show up . . . but he still called. And ooooooooo-weeee he was purty. Jason was his name. From Oklahoma . . .
Boy was he foine!
But he shaved his legs and arms, somethign about that bothered me.
Anywho, he charged us $45/ea per week for 3 semi private sessions that lasted an hour each.
So for a little under $200 a month I could have J-Lo's legs, a higher tighter booty, and Janet Jackson's abs. He said it would take me like 4 months to get there, and the rest of my life to maintain it.
That was back before adult hormones set in and I weighed more than a seal pup.
Funny thing . . . we didn't use any of the fance gym equipment. We warmed up on the treadmills, but after that we were in the aerobics room with a kick boxing dummy, a long wooden bar, a medicine ball, and a very demanding purty boy from Oklahoma!
