I think Bill is on to me. And by on to me, I mean he’s realized that I’m not strong, self-motivated or a power-through-er, at least not at the gym.
He was still positive and polite during our last session, but there seemed to be less conviction and enthusiasm in his affirmations. It’s like Bill knows he needs to be encouraging and hopeful, but even he doesn’t believe his own words. I don’t blame him. When you are watching someone struggle through a set of 12 reps with five-pound dumbbells it’s hard to find the right words of encouragement.
I told Bill my last session with him left me sore and nearly unable to walk for five days, so now we’re meeting once a week instead of twice a week. I asked him if there was any hope of me developing muscles off of a once a week 30-minute session and he said no. Then he said, let’s just focus on reducing for now. Cardio is your friend. Jisel, you want to be over there (Bill pointing to the cardio section of the gym) on the machines as much as possible.
But I survived my second session with Bill and that means something, right? Even if he didn’t compliment my symmetry this time around? I think I need a really aggressive, hardcore fitness buddy.