Update on the personal trainer situation. A few weeks ago, Mr. Filipino told me that due to circumstances (fight with a manager), he had handed in his resignation. However, there was no word that he couldn't train me anymore, so we kept going. Until today. When the man simply failed to show up without so much as a call.
New trainer. Good guy. Big, tattooed, but he wears a cross, so he has to be righteous. And he put me through some shit today. I feel like my arms were mashed into jello and then chewed down by a rottweiler. It was dirty, but oddly gratifying.
We'll see how this goes. I hope it works out, for my sake, but regardless, I'm not quitting. Recognize, I never quit at anything.