I have a trainer, too

I have a trainer.
I love my trainer.
I need my trainer.

You see, after a long week of directing others' workouts, I find it hard to get creative enough to push myself. I like that I don't have to think about what to do next, or how long my rest interval should be, because I KNOW that during the next hour, I do as I'm told.
He pushes me harder than anyone can. Sweat pours off my nose as I finish my 100th pushup or complete that set of 50 round-house kicks on my right leg.
He convinces me that I'm invincible. I leave our sessions spent but feeling like I can take on the world.

Take, for instance, yesterday. 'Let's go for a run,' he says, '...we'll just do an hour.'

We ran nearly 9 miles. And a good portion uphill.

One of my favorite things about having a trainer is that he makes me do things that I would NEVER do on my own. Because I either hate the exercise (because it's so hard) or it's something I could never conjure up no matter how creative my mind gets.

And then I pass it on to my star clients.