I had been working-out with my trainer since early spring. I had begun to see results but my hectic travel schedule as of late interrupted the three times a week routine we had developed. I promised myself I’d keep up even though I was on the road. You see, I make sure I’m booked at hotels with a fitness center.
Well, you know how it is. The road is paved with good intentions. I was in Chicago and didn’t even ask where the fitness center was located. Before that thought forms in your mind, I walked instead. I took a taxi only once and I covered Michigan Avenue and practically every store within a 4-block radius, in all directions. The weather was too beautiful to be held up inside so I ventured out.
When I was in Cincinnati, it did cross my mind to workout but . . . you know how it is. It was raining, I had a rental because I had to go to Monroe and Dayton and I was just too tired to do more than take the stairs instead of the elevator. I told my trainer that had to count for something, didn’t it?
I was sure to get back to my routine while in Pasadena. I mean, my schedule was conducive to it and the weather forecast was perfect. I’d workout in the morning before my day really started and walk or jog in the evening. My trainer would be proud, wouldn’t he?
I did walk while in Pasadena, from my hotel to restaurants. I had planned to walk to the location of my seminar which was on the beautiful campus of a seminary school. I was collected from my hotel every morning and deposited back to my hotel at the end of each day. I mean, these people just wouldn’t let me get any exercise. I would have to let my trainer know, they were just so polite that I couldn’t refuse their southern-like hospitality, could I?
And when the week was coming to an end, I had to be taken to the “night spots” for music and entertainment. Oh no, another excuse not to work-out, but a plausible one? I don’t think so. Rob, my trainer, is mean. He’s worth his weight in gold but I know he accepts no excuses. What are excuses? “Excuses are the tools of incompetence which build monuments of nothing. And those who specialize in them are seldom good at anything else!”
Usually, I am not a rude person but a trainer can bring out the worst in you.
