The other pea in the pod (aka Michelle) is missing this week. She had to go to South Carolina for work, which leaves me all by my lonesome with the Torture Master. Don't worry, though, she'll have Steve all to herself next Tuesday while I'm taking care of Month End for work. I really was tortured today. (I know you probably don't believe me, but I can't feel my arms....)
It was an upper-body workout and let me tell you - my arms hurt so bad when we were done. I hopped on the treadmill to get my cardio in and just hung my arms limply at my sides trying not to move them. I'm sure I looked rather pathetic, but I didn't care. I was just glad I wasn't still holding a pair of dumbbells.
Steve is relentless when it's one-on-one. No breaks, no pauses, no whining. I really did try not to whine, but the push-ups were killing me. Not to mention the fact that I was sweating more than usual. (I couldn't see at one point because the sweat was running in little rivulets right to my eyes. Aren't eyebrows supposed to keep the sweat out of your eyes?) Steve, of course, made some smart remark about me not working hard enough to be sweating like that after only 10 minutes. Whatever to him!! He then made a comment about how his clients want him to be like the trainers on The Biggest Loser. I promptly told him that I am not one of those clients, thank you very much.
Holy crap! A baby bird just flew into my house and about scared me silly. I have the patio door open (it's screen-less) in order to enjoy the fabulous cool air and I guess he thought my little apartment looked appealing. Now, he won't leave. I have the door wide open and he's not taking the hint. (Of course, all I can think is - Please don't poop. Please don't poop.)
Ok- I think he's gone now. I can't find him, so I hope he found his way back outside.
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