That was NOT a year ago, Jesse!
Was it?
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That was NOT a year ago, Jesse!
Was it?
It couldn't have been a year!!
Clearly, Jesse, you are wrong.
I kid you not that just down the street from me are stores called "Boot Town" and "Boot City".
Yeah, sorry, I've been all "my move like carrots" for like a million years. you know when I am not being all "here's what food I used up!". My singleness is shocking, I know.
What? No fucking way. It was just a few months ago. I feel like I could prove it.
javachik, go you!
msbelle, if you have to apologize, I do a million times over. For the past YEAR AND A HALF.
You guys never move for me because you all live in my head.
Zen, I definitely don't blame you for never going back to that "gym." You gave it a good try but if they expect repeat customers, they need to, you know, actually serve the people coming in.
Zen, I'm sorry you had such a crap experience. When you're getting that kind of unhappy vibe out of a place, you're totally right to walk away and I'm glad you won't be going back. (And I say that as a total gym nerd -- yes, some people respond to pressure and some to rah-rah, but a good trainer has to work with each student and not just do dumbass canned motivational patter.) (And nobody should train in scary conditions, no matter what.)
I had to tell a personal trainer once not to encourage me anymore. Because when I said I was done, I was done. He was taken aback. But I'm serious. The gym is not where I break through my barriers. Martial arts, sure. But that's a whole different vibe. When I put the pedal to the metal, I am pretty aware of my limits.
Best trainer I had was a friend of mine, which I didn't really expect. But she knew how to motivate me--she could compliment me without being sugary. And she knew I was already serious--and how much to taunt someone who was teaching you krav. Which is, really, not much.
I respond really poorly to any rah-rah encouragement in almost any situation. I glared at the nurses while in labor. Don't talk to me. Just let me do my thing. And dear god don't call me "Mama" when you're not my offspring.