I really have not laughed that hard in a while. I had three clients for group weight training today and they were seriously acting up for the whole hour. I got the nickname "torture queen" from a former client (she even got me a plastic crown to wear during sessions) and they've carried it on. The best moment was at end-of-session when we're going to do ab work and Nikola says something about "dear God, here we go to guantanamo" and Alberto has a satellite delay before he starts giggling uncontrollably and Arlene is out in la la land and says "whoo! I'M TIRED" after she's done like 2 sets of 10 pounds on one machine. Yep, they're a crazy bunch. So we go to guantanamo (aka weight room numero dos) and finish up. Nikola admonishes Arlene when she's being lazy. "Arlene! Arlene, they're called BIcycles, not Tricycles!" Exactly what I was thinking, thanks! I tell him he's subbing for me next time. He can even wear the crown.
John calls. What stands out is him telling me I'm a lot like his former girlfriend, same interests and personality. He also makes sure to point out that he is not Mike. Good or bad? I'll take it as a compliment for now =)
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