Kyle, coaching and sick babies

So I have yet ANOTHER personal trainer.

My beloved Sara has been moved to Pretoria (would anyone like to hire her to whip you into shape?) and I have to start again with a new guy.

When I heard his name was Kyle, my first question to Sara was, "is he hot?" and then we both collapsed into giggles.

Oh, the joys of having a female PT!

But yes, he is hot (not my type though) so I expect his diary will be filling up quickly.

The girls at my work always bemoan the fact that this place never employs any good eye candy for women.

Tee hee.

There have been 2 hotties employed over the last couple of months though - both unavailable, I'm told by my more connected work buddies.

So Kyle just about killed me yesterday. We worked on my upper body, including the muscles that support the b**bs. I'll let you know if I see any improvement in the perkiness arena.

I honestly think these people think I'm joking but I can barely move my arms today. I tried to slide open a credenza (do you call them that in the US?) and oh! the PAIN!

I do like the fact that he doesn't take my "nonsense" and pushes me way beyond what I think I'm capable of.

If I wasn't before, I now am thoroughly convinced - I need to pay someone to make me work out properly otherwise it just won't get done.

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Then I've had the pleasure of coaching two delightful women recently. It's this type of person who makes me feel slightly guilty that I get paid for having so much fun.

One was a tester session that I'm very happy with as I can see she is determined, very strong and ready to take massive action in her life.

I LOVE this type of person. She reads this blog too :)

The other client session happened last night - a first session with a new client and I already love her.

We honestly had a fantastic time setting out her goals and action plans and how she's going to move forward in this next stage of her life.

Here's the strange thing - at one part of the conversation, she said everything that I've been feeling for a long time.

Very weird to have your own feelings echoed back to you, in a Canadian accent :)

I love when I'm coached through my coaching.

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Chasing chickens (I wish I were joking)

Kendra and me

water fun

I think my babies picked up something at the party on Sat.

Well, Kendra, to be precise.

But now she's given it to Connor and a bit to me (I can't wait to get home at 10 tonight - have a work thing to go to out in the sticks (Chartwell) first, and then take my beloved Degoran).

We told them, "no kissing!" but they don't listen.

So they're running around with runny noses (gross! but K can at least blow her own nose), coughing and signing, "sore! sore" while pointing to their throats (I love baby sign language) and not eating much food.

Last night they woke at about midnight, I gave them some medicine and then they were up and wanted to play. They were so cute I almost couldn't stand it but I resisted, was good and put the light out and told them to go sleep.

They chatted for awhile and then quietened down.

So cute (like BIG KIDS!).

There are 3 of you who read this blog who have sick kids besides mine. What is going on? Change of season?

What do you envision when you hear "Kyle, Personal trainer"? :)

P.S. New posts on the Crazy Love blog - follow along if you're interested in God-type posts :)

P.P.S. Pray I don't get lost tonight!