Just got the news 9-23-12
Somebody emailed me a pic this morning. It looks an awful lot like the left hand of somebody I work out with on Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning. The brand new engagement ring on this hand looks like one that another client of mine would have selected. I work out with him on Tuesday afternoons and Saturday mornings. Beth M is giddy after receiving a ring from Dave K! I got a little bit woozy myself after looking at the pic. I am confident this ring cost more than my Corvette.
Unfortunately, I cannot get too close to a diamond engagement ring. When I do, I have found that I can no longer leap tall buildings with a single bound...can't see through walls either...and I don't even want to think about racing a speeding bullet if the first two aren't happening.
Beth and Dave have known each other for about two years now. Did I introduce them? No, this is one time that two clients found each other on their own. I do take credit for the engagement of course. What hot-blooded male could resist Beth after I gave her those hard, toned arms and those firm legs with the perfect quad sweep? Granted the mischievous smile, flowing locks and bright blue eyes were more God's doing than mine, but I don't think Dave would have been as smitten with a couch potato. Dave is quite a bit buffer as well, and is unofficially my second strongest client. Secretly I hope that I am not invited to the wedding, as my sobbing from the back row might disrupt the ceremony.
Not your typical agent 9-16-12
We have several real estate agents that work out at Classic on a regular basis. I am not completely sure if Tara wants to remain anonymous so I will alter her last name and identify her only as Tara Wolf of Michael Saunders and Associates.
It has been a very typical past several months for Tara. Let's see...she vacationed in Europe (but who doesn't?) and hung out in Canada in a hot spot 300 miles north of Minnesota. Upon returning, Tara sped off to Boca Raton and bought a BMW for her son (after all, his grades were very good.) Shortly afterward she discovered a FOUR FOOT HIGH bees nest clinging to the eaves of a home she was inspecting. Don't worry, they were not killer bees and no one in the removal service she retained was stung to death. After the bees, it looked as though summer might begin to wind down for Tara until she checked on the former owner at a house she had just sold. No one had seen the lady (in her early sixties) for days, and Tara did some sleuthing. Tara's client had not ventured out...because she was dead! The 911 operator asked Tara to flip the body over to make sure and Tara's workouts at Classic would have enabled her to easily do so, but the maroon and purple color made any further disturbance quite unnecessary. To make matters worse, the poor woman had left a water faucet on prior to her demise! The new owners thus not only have to deal with a possible ghost BUT another 20 bucks or so when the next water bill rolls around! As for Tara, she now has to listen to new potential business slogans from her personal trainer. How about: Tara Wolf is such a good agent that her clients are thrilled to death! No? How about: People are dying to sign up with Tara! Still no? Okay...After Tara sells your home, you can REALLY relax!
A wild 80th birthday party 9-9-12
One of our clients is named PW. He is originally from Kentucky and the letters are an abbreviation for his first name and middle name...neither of which he uses. After one says the name several times, it begins to grow on you. PW had his leg badly shot up in the Korean war and has survived lung and prostate cancer. He had a triple bypass two years and six months ago. He filtered a huge quantity of both distilled and fermented beverages through his liver and kidneys until he was forty. PW also stopped supporting the tobacco industry at around that time. Needless to say, many of his relatives and long-time friends are ASTOUNDED that he has arrived at his 80th birthday in one piece. The icing on the cake is that the man looks like he is in his early sixties. He plays golf and plays/manages on three different softball teams beginning about this time of year. He still finds time to work out at our facility twice a week when he and his wife aren't cruising the planet's oceans.
Last Saturday, the staff at Classic attended PW's 80th birthday blowout at Stoneybrook Country Club. There were only about 90 people there...a very intimate affair. The entertainer had a long white pony tail and a repertoire of songs that ranged from Neil Diamond to Johnny Cash. He was fabulous and I want to hire him for my 80th birthday. I began eating immediately by sidestepping the guest of honor and pouncing on the cheese-filled puff balls at the appetizer table. Gradually, I was able to fill my plate with an absolutely delectable mushroom goody presented in a little pastry shell. We soon discovered that the placeholder/name cards on our table were the key to getting fed. One star meant that one had requested the charbroiled pot roast dinner. No stars meant that one had requested the salmon. I had one star on my placeholder...and asked Sue to draw in a second with her pen. It worked! I received TWO dinners, the second arriving soon after the first. Then in a stroke of luck, I visited PW's table of honor and noticed that his granddaughter had not touched her pot roast! She caught me staring and graciously offered it up. I hesitated for a millisecond and then accepted, spiriting it away to my table before anyone else at PW's table noticed the dinner was available.
Sue danced with PW, but I did not. He seemed to be holding her a little more tightly around the waist than the dance moves required, but they assured me that I was reading too much into it. The astute reader may notice a young man standing in the background of the above picture. He is wearing a short-sleeved black shirt and holding a drink. That young man is Joe, our chief assistant trainer at Classic. He finished his entire dinner. I knew he would. He is a very nice guy but for some reason a little protective whenever he and I go out to eat together.
