Endorsing the Endorphin
Spending an hour and a half in the gym, five days a week, gives me a rush like no other. And, it isn't even due to all the theories about exercise releasing the "happiness hormones." Nor is it due to turning into a lean and lithe butt-kicker. It is all about brain-washing my personal trainer into believing that I function so much better when chocolate is regularly shoved in my mouth, and asserting this so convincingly that she feeds me chocolate with her own hands while I am working out. Which either makes her alarmingly gullible or makes me really devious, and I'd place my bets on the latter.
These days, it's not unusual for her to keep a slab of chocolate ready at hand, during my workout sessions. The minute I begin losing steam doing the fortieth repetition that somehow always feels like it's the four-hundredth, she reaches for the slab.
"You... are... losing... your count... we...Ow.Ow.Ow... have done like, 398... already," I somehow manage to sputter out. Without missing a beat, my trainer breaks off a piece of chocolate and puts it in my mouth before I can utter more grumpy protests -- et Voilà! : I undergo a complete and drastic transformation and turn into an animated character that is so ridiculously turbo-charged and hyperactive, that it makes Bugs Bunny look like a dull somnambulist.
People, I jest not. It's moments like these that I live for.
These days, it's not unusual for her to keep a slab of chocolate ready at hand, during my workout sessions. The minute I begin losing steam doing the fortieth repetition that somehow always feels like it's the four-hundredth, she reaches for the slab.
"You... are... losing... your count... we...Ow.Ow.Ow... have done like, 398... already," I somehow manage to sputter out. Without missing a beat, my trainer breaks off a piece of chocolate and puts it in my mouth before I can utter more grumpy protests -- et Voilà! : I undergo a complete and drastic transformation and turn into an animated character that is so ridiculously turbo-charged and hyperactive, that it makes Bugs Bunny look like a dull somnambulist.
People, I jest not. It's moments like these that I live for.