Today, I high-fived my trainer when he was trying to fist-bump me for running 5 miles this weekend without walking.
Later, while delirious from the ass-kicking workout, I got his dog and child’s names mixed up…which must have really confused him when I said he could put Lucas (dog) in a baby bjorn and walk around the gym. And that Lucas’ first words would be “Give me 5 more.”
Then there’s this:
Trainer: I have a feeling bad things are going to be said about me online tonight.
Me: That’s a possibility.
Mostly, I just had an awkward session. Because I’m awkward.