Crime and Punishment
“I’m a little bit sore today.” ‘M’ told Tom, a post-rehab patient on the hamstring machine next to me at
physical therapy.
“You’re sore? I’ve barely been able to walk or move the last couple of weeks thanks to you!” I told ‘M’.
“That’s why they call it W-O-R-K-ing-out. It’s not relaxing-out.”
“Oh really.” I said.
“Yep.”
“I’ve been going home and threatening to have you beat up.”
“Oh, you’ve been talking about me again have you?”
“Yep.”
“Wait, you’re writing about me on the Internet again aren’t you?” ‘M’ asked.
“Yep. Last time I wrote about your
groupies.”
“My groupies?”
“Yeah all your women clients.”
“Oh brother.”
“My readers think you’re HOT.”
“I’m hot?” ‘M’ asked.
“What did you do, post a picture of him on the Internet?” Tom asked while counting repetitions on the hamstring machine.
“No, I just linked up to his
staff page on Terrio’s
website.” I explained.
“Oh God!” ‘M’ slapped his forehead, “Your work-out just got really hard!”
“Ugh.”
“The worst thing you can do is piss ‘M’ off.” Tom said.
“Squat and Row!” ‘M’ ordered.
“What’s this?” I asked.
‘M’ had placed a balance board where I was supposed to squat.
“Do your squats on the balance board.” ‘M’ instructed.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” I looked at ‘M’ as if he was nuts.
I can barely squat on stable ground much less on a balance board that moves like a skateboard with the wheels in the middle of the board instead of on the ends.
“You can do it! Squat!”
I tried to squat wobbling back and forth like a
Weeble Wobble hanging onto the rope for dear life.
“Now row.” ‘M’ instructed.
I held the squat, tried to balance on the moving board and pulled the rope with 35 pounds of weight attached to it as if I was rowing a boat. I nearly wobbled right off the board onto my head.
“Two sets of 15!” ‘M’ left me to my wobbling.
This is my punishment for telling ‘M’ my readers think he’s hot... I tried to squat and balance again.
Labels: Bakersfield, exercising, Physical Therapy, Terrio Therapy Fitness, Weeble Wobble