Wednesday, January 25, 2006

My Personal Sadist

My personal trainer is a nice boy from the Midwest. Young and fresh faced, he looks like the kind of boy you might like to take home to your mom. He’s also a fucking evil little bastard who leaves me sore and wobbly once a week. I jokingly call him, “Mikey the fucker”

But it is hard to hate a guy who is only doing what you pay him for. He kicks my ass and I happily plunk down funds to keep him doing it. Ya know, even for a vanilla boy he is a decent kid. When I told him what I did for a living, he just laughed and then made me do more sit-ups. Not that I have been actively trying to freak the kid out, but you know if he is going to ask me and I’m paying for the service you bet I’m going to tell the truth. So far he has been more than cool with it all. We recently were reviewing my progress (down to 17% body fat, woot!) and goals for the next quarter when I told him that I was going to be posing for a famous fetish photographer in April.
His response? “Will these shots be nude or clothed”
“Probably both”
“Ok, so rather than 3 times a week on the treadmill I want you in here 5 times, let’s drop the leg workouts for more abs….”

And so now I need to figure out just how to fit in another 2 trips a week to the gym. Between everything else in my life I’m already feeling pressed for time. Something just has to give. At this point I’m going to have to choose to either sleep less or give up on looking at MILF porn online.

Well who needs sleep anyways?

So with that, yes there has been a decided lack of gratuitous Monk nudity around here. That is about to change come April. Stay tuned.