Waterlogged - but I still went to the gym
Oct. 11th, 2007 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taylweaverSo I was fortunate in that I did not get thoroughly soaked until I was walking home from work - rather than midday while walking between schools.
I was less fortunate in that I did, in fact, get thoroughly soaked - to the point where I could have stepped in a puddle by the time I got home, and it would not have made the inside of my sneakers any wetter.
Today, I had planned to go to the gym - only now, my sneakers were soaked.
How crazy am I? I went anyway. (I wore old sneakers instead of the soaked ones - I am not *that* crazy)
I did, however, get there later than I had planned. The extra time at home to just decompress and dry off a bit was needed.
It helped that I did not have to rush over for a personal training session - but that is a story in itself.
I was supposed to meet with my trainer on Tuesday for our fourth session - after two weeks of having not seen him, between the holidays, Hebrew school, and other stuff that was on my schedule.
He didn't show.
They called him and couldn't reach him. Then, they told me he would call me.
He didn't call yesterday. He did call today. He left a message. He apologized and explained he had lost his phone. Then, he said to call him to set up the next appointment - for today, if I wanted to.
Then there was another message - from the person who coordinates the trainers. It said that my trainer would be leaving the gym because another opportunity had come up.
I am still not sure whether that is the truth, or a euphamism for "we fired him." Either way, though, I think it is a good thing, because Tuesday made me not want to trust him very much, and there were a few other things I didn't like - for instance, how when I came in to schedule my initial fitness evaluation, he offered to do it rather than letting someone actually match me up with the best trainer for me. I didn't realize until it was too late - becuase I didn't know that the person who does the evaluation is also the one who becomes your trainer.
Anyway, so now I have a new trainer, and I think it is a good thing.
It is strange to hear a message on the machine and then find out it is no longer relevant. He left me a message to schedule the next appointment, and either he didn't know yet that he wasn't coming back (which would indicate firing) or he didn't want *me* to know, because he wanted another session with me so he could earn some more money.
Either way, it was weird.
Kind of like listening to old messages on my machine before erasing them. I have a message from a friend's father, looking for his daughter (my friend) - and when I heard it a year later, knowing that things were so different from when he left the original message, it was just weird.
I feel like there is a better way to explain all of that - but my brain is not working well enough to get it into words.
I guess it's a sort of dissonance or something. Like your brain takes a moment to process that this message is not now. It is a relic from the past. Or, in the case of today's messages, that sense of contradiction - and the pause to wonder if my trainer knew what was about to happen.
I was less fortunate in that I did, in fact, get thoroughly soaked - to the point where I could have stepped in a puddle by the time I got home, and it would not have made the inside of my sneakers any wetter.
Today, I had planned to go to the gym - only now, my sneakers were soaked.
How crazy am I? I went anyway. (I wore old sneakers instead of the soaked ones - I am not *that* crazy)
I did, however, get there later than I had planned. The extra time at home to just decompress and dry off a bit was needed.
It helped that I did not have to rush over for a personal training session - but that is a story in itself.
I was supposed to meet with my trainer on Tuesday for our fourth session - after two weeks of having not seen him, between the holidays, Hebrew school, and other stuff that was on my schedule.
He didn't show.
They called him and couldn't reach him. Then, they told me he would call me.
He didn't call yesterday. He did call today. He left a message. He apologized and explained he had lost his phone. Then, he said to call him to set up the next appointment - for today, if I wanted to.
Then there was another message - from the person who coordinates the trainers. It said that my trainer would be leaving the gym because another opportunity had come up.
I am still not sure whether that is the truth, or a euphamism for "we fired him." Either way, though, I think it is a good thing, because Tuesday made me not want to trust him very much, and there were a few other things I didn't like - for instance, how when I came in to schedule my initial fitness evaluation, he offered to do it rather than letting someone actually match me up with the best trainer for me. I didn't realize until it was too late - becuase I didn't know that the person who does the evaluation is also the one who becomes your trainer.
Anyway, so now I have a new trainer, and I think it is a good thing.
It is strange to hear a message on the machine and then find out it is no longer relevant. He left me a message to schedule the next appointment, and either he didn't know yet that he wasn't coming back (which would indicate firing) or he didn't want *me* to know, because he wanted another session with me so he could earn some more money.
Either way, it was weird.
Kind of like listening to old messages on my machine before erasing them. I have a message from a friend's father, looking for his daughter (my friend) - and when I heard it a year later, knowing that things were so different from when he left the original message, it was just weird.
I feel like there is a better way to explain all of that - but my brain is not working well enough to get it into words.
I guess it's a sort of dissonance or something. Like your brain takes a moment to process that this message is not now. It is a relic from the past. Or, in the case of today's messages, that sense of contradiction - and the pause to wonder if my trainer knew what was about to happen.
