violently

So I have been up since 5:45 a.m. this morning organizing, typing up legal documents, buying work supplies, studying, running errands, and going insane about trying to get everything situated. There is so much I still have to do, like get insurance, and finish my laundry, and run a million more errands before I go to train my first couple tonight. Which I am also slightly worried about because they are both extremely obese (over 300 lbs), the wife has a torn ACL and her shoulder is injured, and the husband has general aches and pains everywhere. I really think they should both get a doctor's clearance before I put them through a workout, and I also want to speak to the wife's physical therapist she's been seeing. I don't know if they were planning on buying a package tonight, or one session, or what in the hell because I can already tell it's not safe to train them at this point. I don't want anyone dying on me from a heart attack or anything. So I guess I will just have to do a consultation, MAYBE put them through an ab workout, and some stretches. Which is no big deal, but I hate negotiating payment. I don't know how to go about asking for it if I didn't put them through a workout, which is what I think they are expecting, but at the same time I need to be paid for my time. I guess I would rather go without payment though as long as they get a doctor's clearance. I totally want to help these people, but there are some serious medical issues that need addressing before I can do that. Better safe than sorry, yannow?

Anyhow, after tonight's "training" session, I will be meeting up with Garbage, his friend Greg, and a couple of my ladies at the ever so pretentious P6 bar in Westlake around 8:30ish. In my gym clothes no less. If anyone else would like to go out for drinks, hit me up or just show up. I will be the short angry girl that sticks out like a sore thumb.

Getting up so early today has made today seem like it's lasting forever. I can't believe it's only noon. I have 2 hours to kill right now and I don't want to do shit. I want to go train my people and go get a couple drinks, none of this inbetween shit.

Bleah. Off to do more laundry. Woot.

RFAM: I can eat like I still weigh 180.

P.S. @ 12:38 p.m. Caleno, you have no idea how speechless I am right now. Thank you so much and I..just...wow. That means so much to me... I am crying right now. I am saving your note forever. I hope someday I can meet you so I can give you a hug. Thank you so so so much... you have no idea how much this means to me. Dude, no words to describe. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.