Funny from last week
I was surprised/flattered when a girlfriend asked me to show her how to use the weights at her new completely swanky health club (Pro Sports in Bellevue canNOT be called a gym). She is also signing up with a personal trainer, but having NO weight experience at all, she wanted a preview from someone she was not embarrassed to be a dork in front of.
I met her at her health club and she gave a grand tour of the facility (which took like 30 minutes), including the spa women's locker room and the family women's locker room... and then we went to the weight room, which is literally so large that a) this room alone could contain 6 or 7 of my entire gym and b) without corrective lenses on, I could not make out the machines in the distance....
As I showed my complete beginner friend my recommended work out for a mother with limited time, I kept reminding her to engage her abs, as foundation for each move... About the fifth exercise, she asked me what that means... how to engage the abs... DOH!
Half way thru the work out, as we did lateral raises, a guy with a name tag came up to us and asked me "Excuse me, but are you a personal trainer?" Flattered!!! I explained no, we are friends from law school and my friend just asked me to show her some of my work out, and I have no training and my friend has accepted my disclaimer of having no certification, etc... and the guy. did. not. believe. me. He totally wanted to kick me out as an unpermitted personal trainer working in the snooty health club...
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
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On a mostly unrelated note, my skinny jeans having gotten sloppy-baggy, TS and I went jeans shopping and I tried on levi's 515s and 545s... and the 6 was too big. I had to get a 4.
I've never worn a size 4 in my life, not even in high school, when I was certainly smaller than I am now. This means they've changed the sizing to be more flattering.
I met her at her health club and she gave a grand tour of the facility (which took like 30 minutes), including the spa women's locker room and the family women's locker room... and then we went to the weight room, which is literally so large that a) this room alone could contain 6 or 7 of my entire gym and b) without corrective lenses on, I could not make out the machines in the distance....
As I showed my complete beginner friend my recommended work out for a mother with limited time, I kept reminding her to engage her abs, as foundation for each move... About the fifth exercise, she asked me what that means... how to engage the abs... DOH!
Half way thru the work out, as we did lateral raises, a guy with a name tag came up to us and asked me "Excuse me, but are you a personal trainer?" Flattered!!! I explained no, we are friends from law school and my friend just asked me to show her some of my work out, and I have no training and my friend has accepted my disclaimer of having no certification, etc... and the guy. did. not. believe. me. He totally wanted to kick me out as an unpermitted personal trainer working in the snooty health club...
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
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On a mostly unrelated note, my skinny jeans having gotten sloppy-baggy, TS and I went jeans shopping and I tried on levi's 515s and 545s... and the 6 was too big. I had to get a 4.
I've never worn a size 4 in my life, not even in high school, when I was certainly smaller than I am now. This means they've changed the sizing to be more flattering.