i have the greatest personal trainer in the world...

Tim and I had plans to work out this morning, and if you'll recall, September will kick off month three of Tim's attempt to kick my ass into something resembling a mildly attractive woman. I lay in bed at 6am, dreading what I was sure he had in store for me and watching the minutes tick by. Right on cue, I heard a soft little knock on my door at 8am. Begrudgingly, I answered.
"Hey Tim."
"Hey! You just finished month two, so I'm taking you to breakfast."
"Shut up."
"I'm serious."
"Are you toying with my delicate emotions?"
"Look at me." He was wearing regular clothes! YES!
Which is how I ended up at the St. Francis Fountain at 8:15am on a Tuesday having a fabulous avocado, green onion and jack cheese scramble in a sports bra.
As we walked back to my house, I announced, "I really like this new direction our training is taking." Which is when Tim informed me that tomorrow, he'd be back at 8am. And I sure as shit wasn't getting any waffles...