After six frustrating months of working out with no results, I finally decided it was time to hire a trainer...at age 35, I had the typical dad bod, skinny arms and legs, and a soft midsection. Couple that with a hairline that had begun receding at 20, and the glasses, and you had one guy who was deeply unhappy with his appearance, and who looked 10 years older than he was. I'd been watching the trainers in my gym, and one stood out in particular. Caleb was everything I wasn't, packed with lean muscle, thick dark hair, handsome, and confident. I'd set up the appointment to meet for an evaluation and now we were in the locker room, me without my shirt, skin pale and pasty under the fluorescent lights, him tan and good looking. He'd just completed the caliper test, and had told me my body fat was 21%...
"So what do you want to accomplish?" He asked.
I replied, "I don't know, tone up, get in shape..."
To myself I thought, that's a lie, you WANT to look like him, you want everyone to admire your body, your good looks, your disarming smile...
"You willing to do what it takes, man? Willing to change everything about yourself? I promise, a little time with me you'll be thinking different, looking different, you'll totally be different..."
This was where I expected him to go into his sales spiel, talking about his training methods, his special diet, his philosophy on HIIT cardio or Crossfit. Instead as I looked over at him, he stripped off his shirt.
I looked at that beautifully proportioned body, and felt myself get a bit hard. I wasn't gay, but he was just so beautiful, and his icy blue eyes seemed especially luminous.
He walked over to me and said, "Just relax, and go with it...