So remember all the bitching and moaning I was doing about not losing weight and being tired and not wanting to continue with these fitness classes because I just want to be a lazy bum? Right. I just found the inspiration & motivation to power through my inner couch potato. And his name is Jason Quick.
His bio boasts "...18 years of fighting and training..." experience, and he's a former Marine, boxer, is NASM certified and is a 5th Degree Master Black Belt. But none of that matters as much as the what the sight of his carefully chiseled abs do to my girly parts...
...which in turns makes me want to work hard in class. Just to please him.
I know I should be working out for me, to get healthy and fit, to turn my body into a lean, fat-burning machine, but y'all just don't understand... in the middle of class he used his shirt to wipe his brow and I swear I almost fainted when I saw his naked flesh. Then he came over to me and had me demonstrate a combination of punches with him and it took me to this happy place...
Then HE SPOKE TO ME to see how I felt after class (GOD I think I giggled!!! ::slaps forehead:: I fucking giggled, y'all) and I proceeded to ask him about continuing with the classes after my voucher expires. Then...THEN, he recommended one-on-one sessions.
It was like an out-of-body experience. I really don't know how I held it together! I just want to lick all manner of sticky dessert toppings off of his body. Like, for real.
And YES, I know it's his JOB to push for the more expensive personal training sessions but FUCK YOU! Don't ruin my fantasy!! We'll be dating by the fall, engaged by Memorial Day and married by Christmas!
*smooches...plotting & scheming*
you're all invited to the wedding :)