[guydaley]

Mighty Mite Training at the Park

I jumped on my bike to get to the park the next day, it was a fair ride but the weather was nice and there was a nice trail the whole way to the park.  In my business dealings with women I found them to be pretty fickle.  Say one thing and do another or say what they think you want to hear and do just the opposite.  But that diminutive little package was just too business like.  But a personal trainer, sure, why not, I've seen fat women that were personal trainers.  They might have zero credibility but sure enough they'd be there at the gym showing others how to do it.  Odd thing is I've never used a personal trainer before in my life because I was never too busy to go about it in my own way.  Nor should I pay that kind of money when I can just as easily make progress on my own.  For that matter, we didn't discuss money at all.  That was one of the things I was going to bring up but got waylaid because she was always saying something unexpected.

I made good time on my bike, got there about 15 minutes early and sat on the fountain.  I figured I needed a rest if she was going to put me through my paces.  Sure enough she came striding up about five minutes before 10.  Mite was wearing virtually the same gear as yesterday except todays sweat pants weren't anywhere near as baggy and the glasses were gone.

"Good morning Mite.  No glasses this morning?"

"The glasses help me to look younger than I am.  I don't get bothered as much that way." 

"Not a very friendly attitude in a social line of work is it?"

Mite said, "Well Guy its like this, I don't like personal training because the clients don't really apply themselves and are generally lazy.  I don't respect that.  But I exceed there expectations, find their buttons to push and get them motivated.  I've helped officeworkers climb Mt Everest, housewives to become marathoners and I've actually been overseas several times to get some clients started.  But I drop half of my clients, pass them on to others.  Occasionally I get one or two passed on to me.   So I do it because I'm good at it, and it gives me a really flexible schedule to do what I want to do.

"Oh, about your fees Mite, just exactly how much do you charge?"

"I haven't decided to accept you as a client yet.  Today is a pass/fail test.  If you pass there will be no charge as long as you make progress and heed my instructions.  If you fail, then have a good day and good luck."

"But what was that you said yesterday about I'm special and opening a door and all that?"

"You may be my 212th client.  I have a special knack for shall we say, discerning potential.  You've got something odd about you that I can't put my finger on.  I just don't know whether to trust my intuition, but today is the first day of summer." 

"Summer again, well yes it can be a nice part of the year especially in Seattle but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I'll tell you later.  Its time for stair sprints." 

"Okay I expected that and I'm warmed up and ready."

"Really?  Okay, its 212 steps to the top.  If you beat me to the top, I'll buy you a shake, if not, you buy me the shake." 

"You wouldn't be making that offer unless you can kick my ass but….and I spun around and jetted for the bottom of the stairs."  I'd figure I'd get enough momentum to take 3 at a time for a while before tiring.   It seemed like she was giving me a gaping headstart.  Just as I expected she caught me 3/4s of the way up as I was starting to slow up but the way she did it was impressive.  Almost like she had antigrav shoes on, taking stairs two at a time and her shoes were a blur.  I got to the top completely winded of course using the handrail to help lunge me up the last couple of flights. 

She waited for me at the top, "Fun wasn't it?"

"Yeah", I huffed, "you should be a competitive stair climber". 

True, but that's not how I want to be noticed or recognized….as a stair climber.

Its just something fun to do, to be competitive. 

"Perhaps", she said enigmatically.  "Okay, down to the bottom and then nine more circuits."

It wasn't as bad as you might think, I got to watch her hard, steely buns on the way up each time.  Her clothes only allowed that much of a glimpse and she never broke a sweat, although it was in the 70s.  At the end I was pretty weary, dragging somewhat but she seemed to be happy with a slight smile on her lips.

You passed todays test.  You've never been a smoker, never used any kind of exotic drugs, maybe experimented with pot once or twice, but you do enjoy your beer and never had any knee or leg injuries but you did sprain your ankle once.  How did you manage that?

"I stood there with my mouth open, okay Kreskin, very good but nobody is that good, how do you do it?"

I told you, I'm good at what I do but I know that answer is insufficient for you.  Its a bit just like Sherlock Holmes, observation, deductions and a smidgeon of intuition.  Now, NO more beer from now on, you know they are empty calories, take some Tylenol for soreness, and I will allow creatine and the usual array of amino acids and certain other vitamins and minerals, I'll give you a list.  Eat sensibly, you know how.  If you cheat, I will know and that will be the end of our relationship.

That piqued my curiosity, the term relationship, but everything about her was so paranormal or seemed that way at this point. 

"Volleyball"

"What?"

I sprained my ankle playing volleyball on a hardwood court.  I came down on somebody elses foot that was on my side of the court.  And you said today was pass/fail for becoming a client. 

Everyday is pass/fail.  We take it one day at a time.  First its conditioning and we'll get into strength training later.  We'll work on your beer belly first, once your abs start to get exposed, you'll feel like your making a lot of progress, when in fact, you've just lost some of your beer fat.  I will see you in 3 days time, here, at the same time, rain or shine.  Remember, no beer, I will know.

Her face lit up, "Have a nice ride home", as if she knew that wasn't going to be easy at that point.

"Hey what about your shake", I yelled after her jogging form.

"Raincheck" she yelled over her shoulder.

When I got home, I automatically went to the fridge for a beer, thought about it for a moment, grabbed some water and flopped into my favorite chair.  Yeah, it would be cool to get my six pack exposed for the first time in my life and pack on some muscle but what was her motivation in this and how did I manage to meet the only Sherlock Holmes personal trainer in the world?  I'm just an ordinary guy mucking his way through life, enjoying it the best way I can.   I fell asleep in my chair pondering these questions. 

Mighty Mite – Second session at the park

It was raining and I'm not hardcore like some besides I was riding a street bike and I didn't want to go down because of wet leaves or something else and miss my session with Mite.  No, that's absolutely the last thing I wanted was to miss my session.  It might be tortuous but she was a little mystery package that I had a strong hankering to unpeel.  Of course that would be on her schedule of course. 

She showed up on time and frowned a little bit, "What no bike?"

Hey you know its a street bike those tires are skinny. 

She smiled, "I wanted to know how sensible you are."

Does that mean I passed for today?  and for the first time she laughed.  It was a charming young woman's laugh. 

"What do you think?, let me see the soles of your shoes.

I lifted one shoe and showed her.

"Perfect, those will do, we can't afford any slipping and injuries so early in the program."

"I'm glad you approve."  Today Mite was wearing a Poncho and her usual sweat pants and running shoes.  As usual she cruised by me effortlessly and without showing much distress.  I did a bit better too, naturally but her stamina was amazing.  After the tenth circuit, while I was walking around, warming down, she called out to me, "Guy, we're not done yet."  She reached under her poncho and presumably her usual sweatshirt and unstrapped something and handed it to me.  "Put this on and we do two more circuits, this time like you mean it, use the handrail as much as you want."  She handed a weight belt to me and I swear it was like 20 #s.   That may not sound like much to you or me, because I weigh 180 but it would for her as small as she is.  Well it was a lot for me because I had paced myself to be wasted at 10 circuits and knew I could crawl to the car and drive home.   

"Boy it sure feels good to take that off, feels like a girdle and it was making me hot."

She surprised me again, with the light, personal comment, "I'll bet you can fly now."

"Yeah that would be fun.  You know why I like stair training so much?"

"I suppose its because like Covert Bailey says, its one of the best exercises you can do to improve your conditioning?"

"That's the technical answer yes, but no I like it for another reason" and she stepped a couple paces closer for emphasis, had to raise her head to look into my eyes and the water dripped off her poncho into her eyes, which made her squint.  "I like to look down on things and when your at the top, your usually looking down on things."

"Yeah everybody likes the view at the top."

"No, its not quite like that."

"Now, I want my shake today but I'll give you a 52 stair head start."

"That's a quarter of the distance!"

"You said I could probably fly, lets find out."

Need I mention who made it to the top first?  But it was close, very close.  After going down and one last race to the top, my butt was dragging, I felt like I had just hiked Mt Whitney. 

"Okay, good job Guy" as Mite started to jog away.

"Hey what about your shake, your weight belt?!"

"Raincheck and its yours I've got a heavier one."

I stared after her as she jogged away, as if she was fresh and had just started.  "WHO was this girl….woman"  Well, she was an athlete on the pro scale for certain.  It was nice that she was taking the time, ha, donating the time to help me get into shape, but once again, the quintessential question, why?

[yaracyrrah80]

Okay, I'm hooked :-).

Tiny nitpick: please try to be more consistent about putting spoken dialogue in quotation marks.

Other that than, just keep it coming!

–Y

[luvmuslgirls]

Interesting musings in a story and plot build up. Please continue.

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Yeah, your inconsistency with quotations is quite confusing really.

You're running internal monologue with external dialogue… and just plain missing out quotation marks.

Otherwise, not bad.

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