Fit as a Sweaty Fucking Fiddle
Last night I had my second session with Trainer Tracey. I accidentally spilled the beans and told her about the song I sang to RLO while we ran laps in the gym while carrying those damn 10 lbs balls.
“I hate Tracey, yes I do. I hate Tracey and so should you.”
Rather than taking offense she laughed. It makes working out with her so much easier just knowing she doesn’t mind if I have to hate her sometimes.
It was a great night at the gym, not only because we had a good workout, but because there were no police outside waiting to arrest me for statuatory rape. I was so pumped about these Gliding Discs we used that rather than order some online and wait for their arrival, I rushed home and tried the routine again with paper plates. I thought my plan was brilliant, but quickly realized my mistake when I couldn’t finish the workout because Daisy wouldn’t stop licking the plates.
Looks like I’ll be breaking down and ordering the plastic ones. Luckily they look similar to Frisbees, so she won’t go near them. She never was a Frisbee type of dog, even when she had both eyes.
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Uhhh….wanna borrow some of my frisbees? It’s probably cheaper. But I do want to know about this workout….
Look out: thin thighs ahead!
I think that Daisy secretly wishes she could work out too..
Oh my goodness – Daisy is a hoot!
It’s great that Trainer Tracey understands the love/hate relationship associated with her line of work. After she’s done with you I’m sure you’ll sing her praises!
i need a tracey to hate. i want one who speaks english so that hating her can be laughed about too. i don’t think me trying to explain that in turkish to a trainer would go over so well. i think they would just get offended and then show me some bad workout moves and i would pay. sigh.
I love that you put a lable on the plates like you’re making them official.
Quite illuminating indeed, Muffin! I had always assumed Daisy lost her eye in a mighty seafaring battle.
But now I see clearly. A Frisbee plucked out her eye like a queer man would pluck a blueberry! And you would have the indecency to purchase this object, as a constant, harrowing reminder of her own mortality, causing her to quiver in fear? Tsk, tsk, I shout! >:-O