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 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'.


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!