Friday, June 26, 2009

Devil in Disguise

Look at this face.


It's the face of an angel, is it not?
Happy, kind, warm, welcoming...
pain-inflicting, sweat-inducing, nightmare-causing...

This is the face of Zac, my personal trainer. He doesn't LOOK like a felon, does he? (Yes, I checked, and in the state of Utah, attempted murder is a felony, and every week he tries to kill me). Actually, I guess you'd say he's more like a paid assassin--and *I* am the one writing the check!

Every Friday morning, when I walk into Zac's house of horror...er...place of business, I look like this (ok, maybe not EXACTLY like this, but something close to it):

I look fresh, clean, polished, like someone with a pulse and a hygiene regimen.

This is what I look like just sixty tiny minutes later, when Zac (a.k.a. the Grim Reaper) is done with me:

'Mild stroke purple' is a good color on me, don't you think?


All kidding aside, and in Zac's defense, it really is more of a love/hate relationship. It's painful and it's hard work and I smell like a locker room when it's all over, but the benefits are slowly but surely showing themselves. I'm down 11 lbs since Zac's abuse started. I'll take that.
Thanks, Zac.

I guess sometimes tough love really is the best kinda lovin'.

5 comments:

The Epps Fam said...

The picture of you after you worked out is hilarious! Getting your butt kicked is sort of a love/hate kind of thing. Just remember, no pain, no gain!

Natalie said...

Ha ha! I loved this post!

The Hills said...

Haha you really crack me up! I love reading your blog. You're looking great!

Erin (and sometimes The Todd) said...

He looks like Satan to me, too.

Deb said...

11 lbs! Way to go, Jacey!