Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Training stories

Tuesday I trained with my trainer. He occasionally does one thing (and not just with me) where you lie face down on one of those workout benches, but only halfway on. And the goal is to exercise your lower back. And you stay on the bench by him sitting on your legs.

So one. Two. Three.

Then, uh oh.

Get off my legs! And I roll onto the floor. And fart (SBD).

He knew exactly what was going on the second I said to get off my legs, and he just stood there laughing. I thought it was very nice of me to warn him...

Later on I called him a doofus for something, which is one of my 'words'. A few minutes later we're talking, and he calls me a doofessa. First time I've ever had someone call me that. It's a great word.

6 comments:

M. Robert Turnage said...

Why couldn't this have been a scene in 'When Harry Met Sally'? I like to think of Meg Ryan as one gassy lassie.

Tara said...

Thank you for the funny story, it made me laugh! :D Course I wouldn't be laughing if it happened to me, my face would be completely red from embarrassment.

Churlita said...

Hilarious...Because it happened to you and not me. Your trainer sounds pretty cool. A doofessa is like the contessa of doofusses, right?

Pamela said...

MRT, and perhaps that is why you none of your screenplays have been made into movies?

Tara - I'm glad. Oh, I'm not embarassed. he can handle it.

Churlita - he is cool. And I like to think that I am the contessa of doofusses...

laura b. said...

Hey, if you can't fart around you trainer, who can you fart around, right?
I agree, doofessa is a great word. :-)

Sebastien said...

Oh yes, that is a classic word! doofessa, I gotta find a way to use that soon.