So about Yoda, my jedi master of personal training, who is currently doing an excellent job of whipping me back into shape. Yoda is not American by birth and definitely not American in attitude. Yoda is also a touchy feely kind of guy, but it's almost like a kid being touchy feely. I've seem Yoda with other clients, he is the same way with all of us. Men too. I think it's innocent.
The other day Yoda demonstrated one of his moves for me to do and then he sat down to watch me do the move. I'm doing my best and all of a sudden Yoda starts to laugh. I say "What?" and he laughs out "Your ass! It has no fat! Oh my god, I just noticed. Your ass has no fat!" I thanked him for pointng out my asslessness and suggested he throw in some exercises to create an ass for me. (Where is the JLo machine when you need it?) Yoda promised he would. Then today I showed up with an almost thrown out back (@#$%&*!) so Yoda guided me through some stretching exercises instead of our usual grueling workout. What does he spend the last ten minutes doing? Describing the cushionlessness of my rear view and laughing at the cuteness of my tiny little gluteus minimus because I squeezed it while doing some move he was telling me to do.
This is going to be a trip.