swingchickie | what we have here is a failure to communicate.

i got out of the hell workout, thank god. i got to the gym at 7:50 (it opens, and my training session was, at 8am) and saw my trainer there waiting with about 20 other people to be let in. as i walked over to him, he looked me up and down... "wait, what's wrong?" he asked. "i'm sick as a dog," i told him. he looked me up and down again: "you look like crap." at least i looked the part. so instead of killing me for an hour, he said he didn't want to push me and we should reschedule. i decided to do a light half-hour walk on the treadmill (hell, i was there), so as we walked in i told him how much pain i've been in after our workouts. without being too accusatory, i asked him if there was any way he could cut back on the intensity a teeny bit, so that i still have the ability to do cardio, namely dancing, the rest of the week.

he looked me right in the eye and replied, "well sure. but remember jenn, every time you come here to work with me, your first words to me are, 'BRING IT.'"

oh, oops. i guess i need to cut down on the posturing. *grin*

i should be doing work right now, or getting my nails done in the square. but i feel like such crap, i don't want to do anything. *sigh* i hate being sick.