A few months ago, I started toiling with a new personal trainer.
The personal trainer is a entirely cool woman named Diesel.
I suppose that is not her real name, although she refuses to tell me the truth. In our mind, perhaps Diesel is a better name than Clayton or Norman or Lawrence. I would absolutely change our name if it was something care about that. Diesel has been a personal trainer for many years. The woman trains for triathlons. She is extremely physically fit as well as she has a fun attitude as well, and every time all of us train together, I consistently have a lot of fun. The woman cares about jokes as well as she cares about to laugh. Both of us work taxing as well as all of us push our muscles to the test, but all of us consistently have a superb time. Both of us jog together on Thursday afternoon at the park as well as Diesel consistently beats our time by five minutes or more. The woman is a beast. The last personal trainer that I worked with was a woman named Billy. Billy was a superb guy, although she wanted more. She wanted to work with the stars of Hollywood. She left the fitness center as soon as she got a better offer. Diesel took over all of Billy’s classes as well as personal trainer appointments. I was greatly intimidated when I met the woman for the first time, but it’s clear to me that Diesel is just a immense teddy bear with muscles as well as pecks. I don’t guess they woman would ever hurt a fly unless it was sitting in the way of a finish line.