Whiner

So, I'm at the gym on Tuesday,

1 hr session with Paul, my trainer not my husband

and all of a sudden he says,

"You know what, maybe we should just call it a day. I don't

think you have it in you."

*sound effects* car skidding to a halt.

WHAT?!!!

Ok, let me back up and set the scene.

We were working on

ABS.

First on the mat doing double crunches.

Truly the worst thing I have

EVER DONE at the gym.

EVER.

4 sets of 20.

I was stopping after 10.

Sometimes doing one then resting.

Oh and I may have been complaining a little.

Paul, my trainer not my husband actually

SAT DOWN while I was trying to finish.

THEN

we went right over to the torture chair

Also known as the abdominal crunch machine.

I was like

"ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME??"

Please note that I did not say that

but I'm pretty sure my thoughts were

singing out loud and clear.

THAT

was when he said, "Maybe we're done."

I said, "No, I just can't do this anymore. How

about arms?

PLEASE LET'S TORTURE MY ARMS FOR AWHILE!!!"

I sounded like a crack head.

So we finished up with arms but the whole time

Paul, my trainer not my husband was very quiet.

So, yesterday I had another training session.

I said...

"About yesterday.....I did some thinking and maaaaybe

I complained a little, I'm sorry."

He said, everyone whines now and then.

OMG

I was whining at the gym???!!!!

I AM PAYING THIS GUY TO LISTEN TO ME WHINE??

Then he said, no, you weren't whining, maybe complaining

a little.

Ok.

So I said, the next time I complain just tell me to

SHUT IT.

He agreed.

For the rest of my session I was all smiles.

Everything was 'AWESOME!'

NO COMPLAINING AT ALL.

This is not going to last.