The Trainer - Episode 1
by Nicole Carlotti
Hey there! Are you Jules?
He’s even more gorgeous in person.
Easily a 10 out of 10.
I am! And you’re Brad. Personal trainer extraordinaire!
I end by pointing both fingers at him poised like little guns.
Nice, Jules. Real cool.
But Brad just smiles that perfect smile.
So, what made you sign up for a personal training session today?
Your photo on the flyer.
And what are you looking to get out of this session?
Your number.
Well, I saw your flyer and figured I could switch up my routine…
You know…get more physical.
I smile and hope he gets the hint.
Excellent! So you have a workout routine…
What do you typically do at the gym?
Well, I usually start with 15 minutes of tanning…
Followed by 30 minutes in the sauna, and then—
I cut myself off because he’s looking at me funny.
I mean…what exercises do you usually do?
Do you take classes, use machines, use free weights…?
Uh oh, I’m scaring him away.
Even though that IS my routine.
Usually followed by pizza.
Oh, I’m joking!
Even though I’m not, relief floods his face.
Sometimes I use free weights, but mostly I…um…
I look around the gym for inspiration…
Never having taken an exercise class in my life.
Well, HIIT classes are my favorite.
Oh, HIIT classes! Those are tough.
Since it sounds like you have a solid fitness base…
Let’s see what you can do.
He leads me over to a mat.
And I start to feel pretty good about my chances of getting him to like me.
He looks more like a young John Stamos by the second.
Swoon.
Jules?
I snap out of my haze.
Sorry about that!
I say some…uh…positive mantras in my head before beginning any workout.
Where did THAT come from?
Brad is clearly impressed.
That’s great! Your mind is a key player in every workout.
Exactly!
I don’t have the slightest clue what he’s talking about.
Okay. Let’s get you started with 10 burpees to warm up.
He looks at me expectantly.
I’m convinced I heard him wrong.
Really? 10…burpees?
Yes. You can do it!
Alright, if you say so…
I gulp in a big breath of air…
Wondering how this could possibly be a warm up.
I clench my muscles and produce a big…loud…
BLECH!
Suddenly, the whole gym goes quiet.
All I can hear is the beat of the techno music blaring through the speakers.
Brad opens his mouth and speaks very slowly.
Jules…do you know what a burpee is?
The blood drains from my face.
I was just kidding…again!
Yes, of course I know what a burpee is.
Brad smiles slightly, less convinced this time.
I just normally like to have a snack before I do them.
Mind if I grab one?
Uh…I don’t know if—
Thanks! Be right back!
Phew, that was close.
I run to the smoothie bar…
And approach the guy at the register.
I lean in conspiratorially and whisper.
Hey!
I read his name tag.
I need your help, Seth!
Everyone in the customer service industry loves to be called by name.
Uh, yes?
What’s a burpee?
You’re kidding, right?
Do I LOOK like I’m kidding?!
Uh, okay…
He steps away from the register…
Drops to the ground for a push up…
Then squats back and jumps up into the air.
I’m sweating just watching him.
Why would anyone willingly do that?!
He gives me an amused look.
To get in better shape. They’re great for—
I don’t have time!
Quick, I need a snack!
You’re going to eat before doing burpees?
I don’t think that’s such a good idea…
I spot a protein bar on the counter and grab it.
Put it on my tab!
I run away eating the bar.
Seth’s voice trails off in the distance.
You don’t have a tab…
I grab a bite of the bar and…YUCK!
This is disgusting.
I approach Brad, who has a wary look on his face.
Time to turn this train wreck around.
I’m ready!
Okay. So as I was saying…
I’d like to see 3 reps of 10 burpees.
Is it just me, or did the burpees multiply?
I’m trying to make up for lost time.
Let’s go!
Time for the show!
I do 3 burpees before feeling like the wind has been knocked out of me.
I try to catch my breath, which turns into a coughing fit.
All this physical exertion nearly brings up the protein bar.
A minute later, hands on my knees, I look up at him.
Sorry, I’m just getting over being sick.
I’m not, but fibbing is becoming second nature at this point.
Then let’s reschedule this for another time.
Reach out once you’re feeling 100%.
All of a sudden, he’s reaching his hand towards my face.
Is this really happening?
He’s about to caress my cheek!
You’ve got a little…
He brushes what feels like a tiny nut from my chin.
The protein bar strikes again.
Uh…thanks.
So anyway, I’ll definitely reach out when I’m feeling better!
I smile and bat my eyes.
What’s your number so I can text you?
Here’s my card…
Take care!
He leaves before I can respond.
I look down at the card.
No phone number.
Just an email—
Frontdesk@mygym.com.
What a disappointment.
I collect my things like a dog with its tail between its legs.
I mope past Seth.
How’d the burpees go, thief?
My look of defeat says it all.
Hey, the bar’s on me.
Don’t sweat it.
I wipe my forehead with my arm.
Well…don’t sweat it any more than you already are.
You’re not the first girl to try to pick up Brad, you know.
How did he know I was trying to pick up Brad?!
He smirks.
What, you think I don’t see you come in here to tan?
Then make a beeline to the pizza place across the street?
I shrug my shoulders.
Well they DO make the best margherita pizza in the city.
Seth grins.
Want to know a secret?
I go there for lunch every day.
What?! Seth the Smoothie Man eats PIZZA?!
I slap his shoulder playfully.
What would the gym do if they found out?
Lucky for me, you’re not going to tell them.
Who’s to say?
Because then I’d rat YOU out to Brad!
You wouldn’t dare!
No offense, but Brad’s all kale salads and protein bars.
He would never eat pizza with you…
…like I would.
My eyes brighten at the mention of pizza.
Seth was at a 6, but he instantly jumps to an 8.
Just promise me one thing.
Anything for pizza.
No BURPees.
You heard that too, huh?
He nods, holding back a laugh.
Is there anything you CAN’T see from this spy post disguised as a smoothie bar?
Well…I can’t see why it’s lunchtime and you’re not already eating!
Oh my god, you’re right. Now come on!
Fresh pizza waits for NO ONE!
But I’m still work—
I yank him out the door as he slides a “Back in 30 Minutes” sign onto the counter.
10 minutes later
A large pizza is in front of us.
Seth’s got red pepper flakes in his teeth.
Looking downright handsome.
I lean forward to wipe away a piece of stringy cheese dangling from his chin.
Seth grins at me, unashamed.
And just like that, he’s…a 10.
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