My personal trainer called me the other day to tell me she could not make our appointment that evening – she was going to send her boss as a ‘sub’. I have had two personal trainers in my life, both have been women. This was not consciously chosen; but I have grown accustomed to lady trainers.
The ‘sub’ turned out to a muscular young man with red hair and a beard.
Dear me!
There was some awkwardness at first on both sides; he doesn’t know me from Adam, and didn’t know what to do for me. He stated he had to “feel me out today”.
Dear me again!
I had mixed feelings of intimidation and distraction. The intimidation: this studly gent makes me look wimpy in comparison. The distraction; how was I supposed to work out with him and keep my eyes focused on the work out?
The situation got even more ticklish when he wanted me to do squats. If you don’t know what a ‘squat’ is, it is when you place a dumbbell on your shoulders and then squat down. You are supposed to push your backside out going up and down. He stood right behind me, both hands on my shoulders – to steady the weight on my shoulders. As I went up and down with him behind me in a ‘spoon’ position, he shouted out words of encouragement: . ‘That’s good!’ he smiled; and “Beautiful!” and –I kid you not– “Squeeze your butt when you come up’. It was hard not to blush or laugh watching we two going up and down in the mirror with him behind me smiling, hands on my shoulders.
Afterwards, I learned my usual lady trainer was actually not coming back – she is now in school and too busy to continue our workouts. Was Mr. Redhead going to be my new master trainer? No. He brings in the fellow who will be by trainer. I have seen this (even more) muscular lad around the gym while he trains others His name is Jim. I joked with my ex-personal trainer ‘I want you to make me look like Jim’.
And now he is going to work directly with me.
Dear me, dear me and dear me again!
I just hope I can get through this without having the vapors……


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September 27, 2007 at 5:44 AM
rg
Working with a yummy personal trainer – oh my – can I relate – big time.
September 27, 2007 at 7:40 AM
Lemuel
Vapors? I’d be worried about wet spots!
You had me on the floor with the first “dear me again!”
You lucky dog, you!
September 27, 2007 at 8:53 AM
tigeryogi
Courage Camille!
Somehow, I just KNOW that you’ll muddle through…
P.S. A few photos of “Jim” wouldn’t hurt either…
September 27, 2007 at 9:51 AM
Greg
Forget the photos, how about a video? I don’t think it would be barred from YouTube if it’s done tastefully.
September 27, 2007 at 12:53 PM
Joel
At least he won’t be able to say you’re not sweatin’!? LOL
September 27, 2007 at 1:23 PM
DougT
I always thought that “have the vapors” meant something else. Ah, well, I have found that redheads frequently make me have the vapors.
September 27, 2007 at 2:27 PM
Mark H
Well, I wasn’t standing in front of a mirror half undressed with a solid beefy red-headed trainer behind me doing squats, so I DID LAUGH OUT LOUD! The situation you are going to be in is one I’ve ALWAYS wanted to be in, but even MORE strongly, did NOT for the very reasons you’re describing. I would be too distracted by Jim, and, I’m sure, keep asking questions he’d have NO interest in answering. HAH. Great Post!
September 27, 2007 at 2:52 PM
johnmichael
Yeah, I bet it’s going to be tough working out!! And it may be just the inspiration to keep coming in and not skip work-outs.
September 27, 2007 at 3:36 PM
rodger
Sounds like good times to me! I want butt squeezing pics.
September 27, 2007 at 4:31 PM
Daniel
Red haired hunk with a beard?!? Heavens to Murgatroyd!
I don’t know if I could have handled that situation.
September 27, 2007 at 6:21 PM
abnitude
sounds like a dream come true. thanks for the chuckle tonight..very descriptive and exciting. can’t wait for updates.
September 27, 2007 at 6:51 PM
deveil
Spo’s reflections and buns of steel!
September 27, 2007 at 8:04 PM
justjock
Red hair, eh? I have a certain fondness for ginger kids. As for “the vapors” I’ve never really been able to get the true definition. I always thought it was a southern, victorian term that women used when they were peevish about uncouth dialogue (or situations), fanning themselves to keep from fainting dead away of a chaise lounge.
A few years ago, I was informed by a rather haughty queen, that the term mean to pass gas. If women felt an attack of flatulence in the company of polite society, it was only proper to utter the words and withdraw from the room.
I have no idea which is correct. However, I prefer to think of myself as Scarlett O’Hara, so I’ll continue to believe my original definition…all this talk of bodily functions has given me the vapors. Hand me my fan.
September 27, 2007 at 8:05 PM
justjock
*on a chaise
September 28, 2007 at 3:11 AM
foxystone
Just remember, focus on your workout, not on his hot bod, cute smile, nice bulge… dear me. I have the same problem at work. Our company has a penchant for hiring the cutest darn programmers. It is hard to keep my professional line of thought going while looking into their baby blue eyes… but as Gloria once belted out… you will survive.
And maybe get buff in the process
September 28, 2007 at 11:27 AM
Maggie
This is really an answer to your initial dilemma. Remember you wondered if you would rather a female or a male as your trainer.
So the question is…………………………….
Which would you prefer?
September 28, 2007 at 11:52 AM
Robert
“As I went up and down with him…”
That made me giggle! Squeeze ‘em butt-cheeks Dr. Urspo!!
Have a fantastic weekend!!
September 29, 2007 at 7:48 AM
Kalvin
How exciting! Hope your squats go in the direction you want them to!
September 30, 2007 at 11:04 AM
mrpeenee
All I can ask for is photos. Lots of photos of your new trainer bitch. Especially when you’re doing bench presses and he straddles your face.
Dear me, indeed.
October 1, 2007 at 4:40 PM
Doug
Inspiration, perspiration, tension, relaxation, and other ‘tions I won’t mention here. Talk about a reason to go to the gym!