I tried to convince my son to take a run with me today to celebrate, but the only thing he would commit to was a run to the grocery store. Sigh.
Yesterday I had a session with my personal trainer. I’m going to start calling him Mike because that’s his name and typing “personal trainer” every time is annoying.
Anyway, Mike’s oldest son came to with his dad to work because he’s training to become a personal trainer as well. He’s 23 and presumably just out of college. He reminded me so much of my son with his general “I can’t believe I got out of bed at 4 a.m. for this” aura. He was so tired. Of course, it was 11:00 a.m. and I told him my kid was still in bed. I had to restrain myself from poking fun at the boy because he is not my child and I probably would horrify him since he doesn’t know me. It was a major sacrifice on my part.
Apparently me prancing around like a Monty Python extra was not entertaining enough for Mike’s son because about halfway through, he slumped in a corner of the gym and began texting.
Unless he was posting videos of me on YouTube with rude commentary. Is it weird I half hope he was?