His adorably crooked smile was the first thing I noticed. Second only to his short brown hair.
“My name is Daniel,” he said when I told him I had an appointment with my personal trainer.
“Unfortunately, Melissa is out sick, so I will be filling in for her,” he explained. “If that is ok with you?”
“Fine with me,” I replied as he headed out from behind the Reception desk.
The gym was reasonably quiet. The lunchtime crowd had long gone, and there was still a couple of hours to go before people knock off at 5:00 pm. Indeed, I only noticed two other gym-goers as we headed to the padded gym floor.
Little did I know what was awaiting me!
We were only five minutes into the personal training session, and I found myself internally planning my funeral. My heart was pumping wildly and I was certain it was just ten seconds away from exploding. Sweat drenched my face as Daniel worked me harder than Melissa ever did. Why did she have to be sick!
Honestly, I was not sure if I was going to survive the next 25 minutes.