Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Ugh!” I groaned as I rolled over in my queen size bed, swatting at the alarm that rested on the wooden stool I used instead of a nightstand. I knocked it to the floor, effectively silencing it. With quiet once again filling the room, my eyes drifted closed and I fell back into a dreamless state. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to last.
“What?” I groaned into my phone that began ringing some thirty minutes later.
A deep chuckle moved across the phone lines. “I’m going to make a morning person out of you yet.”
“Grr!” I growled at the cheeriness I heard in my personal trainer’s voice. “JT, I am going to kick your a—”
“It’s too early for such a beautiful woman to use such foul language.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled at the same time I pulled the covers away from my body and sat up, stretching my free hand over my head.
“I knew you’d sleep in. Let’s go! Meet me at the park in twenty minutes!”Click.
I pulled the phone from my ear to see he’d disconnected the call, and rolled my eyes at the time. It was five-forty in the morning. Nobody should have that much energy at that ungodly hour. Pushing out a heavy breath, I rose from the comfort of my warm bed and grabbed the workout clothes I’d carefully laid out on my windowsill the night before. This was my usual routine, two out of the five weekday mornings. I’d set my alarm in hopes I would get up early enough to beat JT’s call but always fell back asleep, leaving my personal trainer to call around five-thirty to wake me up and make sure I made our six o’clock appointment on time. Since it was summer, JT and I were meeting at a local track instead of the gym.
I quickly brushed my teeth, carefully placed the sweatband around the edges of my hair to keep them laid as I worked up a sweat, changed into my workout clothes, and grabbed an apple to eat as I made the ten minute walk to the track. In all, I was out of the door in ten minutes, leaving me to arrive at the track at six on the dot.
“Thought I was going to have to make you run an extra lap for being late,” JT chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. “You wish.”
JT’s forehead wrinkled some more as he let out another laugh. I found myself smiling as well. JT was extremely handsome with his five-eleven, solid build, tanned olive skin, and dark hair. He’d been my personal trainer for close to six months, and as far as trainers went he was one of the best.
“What am I in for today?”
“We’re going to incorporate some strength training with some HIIT and bodyweight training. Think you can handle that?” He nudged me with his elbow.
“I think I can manage.”
Over the next hour I worked up a sweat as I squatted with a thirty pound sandbag, did countless wind sprints up and down the football field encased within the track, and countless shoulder presses, back rows, and more with the kettlebells he’d brought.
“Your form is looking good,” JT said smoothly as he spotted me while I did a two armed back row with the weights.
I glanced over at JT whose eyes had narrowed. “Easy there, tiger,” I warned causing another chuckle from him. We’d been down that road once before and we weren’t going back.
“Nice workout. You still feeling the tenderness in your hamstring?” he asked as he stood above me while I laid on the ground and he stretched my right leg.
I shook my head. “Not since I took that week off and iced up like you advised.”
“Good.” He nodded. “Switch legs.”
I lowered my right and lifted my left for him to stretch. Five minutes later, I was back on my feet, feeling loose and ready to head home to start my day.
“See ya’ on Thursday.” JT waved as we parted.
“Thursday.” I said and headed in the direction of my condo. Once home, I swiftly stripped out of my sweaty workout clothes and made my way to the shower. I took my time getting out, dreading the new client I’d agreed to take on that day. Reluctantly, I picked out my white and black polka dotted silk blouse and paired it with black pants and my sky-high Kessie pointy toe mesh boots. Hell, if I was going to take on a less than desirable client, I was going to at least look cute doing it.
After tossing the boots into my bag, I put on my pair of black flats to walk the mile distance to the space I rented for my office. I grabbed my premade oatmeal and banana muffins made with agave instead of sugar, slathered on some crunchy almond butter, filled my coffee mug and was out the door.
“Five, four, three, two, and ... one.”
Bring!
“Hey Resha,” I smiled and answered, not needing to look at the screen to know who was calling.
“Hey, girl. On your way to work?”
