Do you remove the rope? Do you want to flex your muscles to catch something too? Have nothing to do at home with your body and want a community? Come to the gym. A personal trainer will be dedicated to you. A personal trainer is good, he is good, he is devoid of any empathy. Live in his world of productivity and efficiency. Another story from the gym.

Did you see a personal trainer talking to us?

We do biceps, we do butterfly chests, we do buttocks, we climb on our backs, we lower our legs. Yes, wait sir, I’m a lamb and you’re a butcher? No one understands that we are treated like sheep, lambs, pigs. Coach butcher? Why does he speak to us like organs, like severed organs. This is the butcher’s language.

Personal trainer – a dick?

It sits on the end of the device and near your head and measures your performance. Have you seen sadism in the pronunciation of numbers for exercises? Cic, do 29, bai, put 99 exercises? It is like a beak that counts the moments of your life until death. But who determines how many exercises to do? He, the trainer, and his life is full of stupid exercises.

The “plan” between coach and client is a fantasy.

Personal trainer made in a short course of gibberish on Ytube. Well, you are working with humans, the most complex life form in the universe. Where can someone teach you the difficulty? YouTube, Idiot Influencer Series? Sir, I have a body, a complication. For such complexity, any exercise is a novelty. You, coach, have a problem in your head, or you have some bad knowledge about the gym. How much do you know about internal organs, how much about muscles, how much about the psyche, how much? You only know biceps, you only know cuckoo vocabulary. What tyrants you are to some poor amateurs.

But those who call themselves clients and want miracles from personal trainers are stupid.

Do you remove the rope? Do you want to flex your muscles to catch something too? Have nothing to do at home with your body and want a community? Mom, a colleague worked wonders with her body, Shakira, you saw how she held herself! I envy myself! I hate pretty ones! These are the few engines we come to the gym for. And we get into a mixer of promises and perversions. We pump up the muscles, as they are pumped up by the pump of the poor “chicken of the day”. They are kept in small rooms, the lights are turned on and off more often, so that they do not feel time, so that they are confused. And they are pumped up to grow faster. Poor thing, how you voluntarily and not forced by anyone to submit to the tricks of a personal trainer. It turns you on. Isn’t it already humane not to kill your body with tyrannical exercises? Listen to your body, for its sake and have your own will? Dismiss sadists from work?

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