I high-five Skeet and feel a sense of pride that my friend has gone and got himself a PB. I might usually train alone at this early hour, but I’m so glad that Skeet is here with me. And knowing that I’m giving him some added motivation to smash his goals is actually helping me push myself harder too.
“You’re turn,” Skeet says, a little red-faced as he stands and takes a sip from his drink bottle. “This is great. I might have to come along on these early morning workouts a little more often. That’s if I’m not cramping your style too much?”
“Oh, no way,” I say, placing the pin in the machine at the right spot for me. “It’s awesome having you here. Don’t get me wrong, I love training alone too, but having a friend who likes to push themselves almost as much as me is super-cool.”
“Almostas much as you?” Skeet chuckles. “Sounds like a challenge.”
“That’s the spirit,” I say, before launching into a set of eight reps.
Skeet is a singer and has been working on his new album in between working at the reception desk of some fancy members club over in the financial district. Like me, he’s had to balance his life between chasing a dream and living in the real world where sadly we need to make sure we have all the boring bits of life admin under control.
And also like me, Skeet just so happens to be a Little.
So we’ve got a lot in common and also have that magical thing that all good friendships need. We both share a sense of humor. Whether it’s a silly fart prank or even something more elaborate like swapping candy out of wrappers and replacing it with a small vegetable, we both like the kind of fooling around fun that most people grow out of when they hit their teenage years.
Maybe it’s a Little thing?
Or perhaps we’re both comedic geniuses who just so happen to have the best sense of humor in the world? Ha!
But whatever it is, we both get one another and always have a real laugh when we’re together. Although right now, I’ve got a final rep on this shoulder machine that is going all the way to completion if it’s the last thing I do…
“Mmmmmmph, come on,” I say before biting down hard and clenching my jaw as I battle to finish the rep.
“Let’s go!” Skeet says, his voice full of excitement as I do indeed take the final rep to completion. “That’s wicked cool. I want to be that strong! No fair!”
“Keep coming to train with me and you will be,” I say, my shoulder throbbing with that perfect post-set burn. “Come on,let’s jump on the hack squat machine before someone else gets it.”
With that, we walk across the gym floor and get ourselves set up and ready to work our legs.
“Hey, don’t look,” Skeet says, his eyes looking over my shoulder and toward the men’s locker room. “Total hot guy. Like, wow,”
“You can’t say don’t look and then expect me not to look,” I laugh, turning around and watching as a drop-dead gorgeous man walks across the gym floor toward the free weights section. “Fair call. He’s hot. But come on, we’ve got work to do.”
Skeet rolls his eyes and places his arms across his chest.
“Come on, don’t try and play it cool,” Skeet says. “He’s just your type. Older, built like a machine, the salt and pepper hair…”
“Whatever,” I say, a sly grin on my face. “He’s hot or whatever. But I’m not really looking. With auditions, work, and life being so busy… I’m kind of off men.”
“But not off Daddies though?” Skeet laughs. “Don’t think you can worm your way out of this on a technicality.”
“And how would you know he was a Daddy?” I ask, my eyebrow raised as I adjust the settings on the hack squat to make it perfectly fit my smaller frame.
“Hey, we know these things,” Skeet laughs. “Eighty percent of the time, I’m righteverytime.”
The pair of us laugh together. We must have watched Anchorman together about a dozen times from start to finish and always loving quoting lines back and forth to one another.
Skeet does kind of have a point though, I guess.
Itwouldbe nice to find a Daddy. And that hot guy kind of did have a certain Daddy aura about him. Tall, strong, older than me… and the way his shoulders, chest, and arms were filling out his t-shirt certainly did make my heart skip a beat.
But…
I’m a personal trainer here. The last thing I want to do is get a reputation as the kind of trainer who dates gym members. I’ve seen how that goes and to be honest I don’t really think it’s professional or likely to ever end well.
I might want to be a successful actor as my end goal, but I take my personal training work seriously too. I want to have a good reputation and be seen as someone who can get their clients results that make them proud and happy to have worked with me. What I really don’t need is to be the personal trainer that all the sleazy guys decide they’ll hit on because he has a reputation.
No, as far as I’m concerned I think I’ll keep my dreams of finding a Daddy strictly outside of my work life. And if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, well… I’ve always got my friends and Brando too.
