Thank heavens, the only tiff I got in today was with my trainer over slippery wooden floors.
I know I mustn't complain or give lip already - he claims to think for everybody.
But doing push-ups on the floor (like a wooden circle in the center of the circuit machines).
That's the ending of the session - some old school stuff after all the weights.
I want to reposition my hands because my palms are sweaty doing push-ups.
He says no, stop looking for excuses, move!
I say the gym has a big sign in the dance/studio section (I usually warm up there when it's empty), and it says caution, the floors become slippery -
we are working on the issue. Then he says yeah it's in the studio. So I says, yeah but the same floor as here. So he says have you seen what they do
in that studio (yeah I did, and it ain't no push-ups). Then I say, well look if my hands slip and I fall on my face and I knock my teeth out, I know
where to send the bill. Then he was quiet. And so was I, because I still had to do the push-ups, and got extra for my efforts.
Oh Lordy, when will I ever learn to keep my trap shut?
I mean not saying I don't make massive mistakes, but often when I do there's already an error in the system.
I don't go out of my way anymore to be rebellious or a smart-ass.
I respect my teachers.
Funny, in other circumstances I would be the "teacher" - but time for me to learn something completely new.
But when I have something to say, they should usually listen too.
I don't land myself in trouble for the fun of it.
It's not fun at all - it's great stress.
Not if it's serious, but it's OK with a bit of humor attached.
edit on 23-8-2018 by halfoldman because: (no reason given)