Ouch

I just got my ass handed to me at the gym.

A year ago i spent $1200 for 24 personal training sessions. My trainer called last week and told me that the gym is being taken over, and they are cancelling all outstanding personal training sessions that haven't been used within one year of purchase. Apparently i still have 12 sessions left ($600!) and my time expired in October. My trainer (bless him, the little leprechaun) told his boss that i had been injured and unable to come to the gym, so as long as i bring in a doctors note (!) they will consider allowing me an extension. I have a shrink appointment Dec 1 and i think she will write me a note (although i'm not sure whether a 'psychiatric' injury will fly). In the meantime my trainer suggested we use up as many sessions as we can before the kibosh comes.

Hence, my ass on a platter. Of course, me being me, i had to find a way to make things interesting. I wiped out while doing a push-up. OK, so i was on an incline, but my arms just gave out on me. In any case, i face planted--literally. Face hit mat. I've never seen my trainer move so fast, and believe me, the guy is spry. All i wounded was my pride, unless you include my shoulder, which now has a lovely faux sunburn glow from crashing to the floor. I'll also be incubating a large bruise on my knee for the next few days. Apparently i am incapable of doing a lunge without smashing my leg into the floor. Sigh. Exercise is good for you!

And i hate cabbies. 'Nuff said.