I've learned that the "PT" on the trainer's shirt doesn't stand for personal trainer, it stands for personal torture. Remember my stupidity in mouthing off to the trainer? Well he remembered it too and has taken it upon himself to make my abs hurt in the most creative ways possible. He's been trying for a while, and he finally had success this week.
Yesterday he started class by telling me "A failure to plan is a plan to fail, and I don't plan to fail." I tried to distract him by talking about right-brained and left-brained people and how some are not planners and some are, but he persevered with his torture and my abs woke up screaming in the end. I would say this has taught me to keep my mouth shut, but I highly doubt that. He brings out the rebellion in me.
Anyway, I have the next few days off so I'll be recovered and ready to mouth off once more on Monday.
Have a great Thursday!
Be thankful ~