I really do love going to the gym, but I don't push myself nearly hard enough. If I get bored (which happens easily enough sometimes) I'll stop and go sit in the hot tub or something, so I decided I needed a personal trainer, what a decision.

I had been interviewing trainers for a couple of weeks, had met five or six, and frankly was not impressed. While they all looked good (although that pretty boy look doesn't do a lot for me, I like my men to be a little less, um, smooth) they all had the same attitude of "We'll work for however long we need to at YOUR fitness level" and that was not what I was looking for, I needed someone who was going to make me work at THEIR fitness level, I needed to be pushed and challenged, that was the only way I was going to accomplish anything. Then, when I had decided I was just going to pick one, and hope for the best, he came into the gym. I'd never seen him there before, must have been new and he had an attitude, you could see it in the way...

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