Bring the Pain

I went to see a personal trainer yesterday. I think they found this woman in a mental institution and hired her because she was able to say “three more, two more, fourteen more, a thousand more”. This woman had me stand on one leg, do a squat and with my opposing hand touch the foot that was on the ground. What am I, auditioning for Cirque de Soleil here? After the warm up I was pretty much ready to go home and breathe heavy for the rest of the night but she insisted on working me for the full 30 minutes. The only time I got breaks was when I was allowed some water. Then at the end of it she said, “you may be sore tomorrow”. Really, because I’m pretty freaking sore right now. Then she had the impudence to say the best thing for soreness is to exercise more. So let me get this straight, exercising makes me sore and then exercising more will make me not sore. Isn’t that kind of like poking somebody in the eye and when they say “ow” saying, sorry but I know what will clear that right up and poking them in the eye twice as hard. That’s all for now, I’m afraid if she sees me sitting down there will be hell to pay.