Had an exciting day with my trainer – the one that I hate because he’s trying to kill me but also love because he’s trying to make me healthy.
Anyway, today — as I was pumping iron — I noticed the boxing side of the gym getting very busy. They have a new trainer who works with people with Parkinson’s Disease and they all seemed to arrive at the same time. And then a guy carrying camera equipment came in and joined them. Look for a story in the Kansas City Star.
While that was going on, another trainer was trying to get an older woman up on the stair machine (even I could have told her that was a bad idea). The woman yelled, “I’m going down!” Someone appeared with a chair before she hit the ground, but there was no getting her up from that point.
About five minutes later, two firemen arrived.
Two minutes after that the EMTs arrived and started weaving a gurney through the weight benches.
The owner’s of the gym have just adopted a deaf puppy who tried to escape each time the door was opened so there was a lot of shouting at her, which obviously did no good.
A guy walked in an wanted a tour of the gym.
The phone rang.
Did any of this dissuade my previously gentle trainer from shouting at me to do 15 more squats? I think you already know the answer.