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August 30, 2014
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My trainer owes money all over town (maybe)


I found out that he teaches Salsa dancing when I called his cell phone and got his voicemail for the first time. He sells instructional dance videos and books. He likes to stay out late; many training sessions in the morning he tells me that he hasn’t slept. I don’t mind, though.

Then he came in with the black eye. I wondered about it all session. It was the thing that I tried to distract myself with while I was alternating between box jumps and push-ups. Desperately trying to fill up my brain with anything but the physical pain of working out.

The fact that he didn’t want to talk about it was strange, I thought. He seemed embarrassed, more so than I would imagine if he walked into a pole or got into a bar fight.

A week or so later, he told me he was getting into real estate, and later that day he had to meet someone in a slightly shady part of town. The next week, he had another black eye. As he talked to me about Netflix, I looked into his eye and wondered.

My mind spun thoughts of the many things he could be into. Did he have a gambling debt? Owe money to a loan shark? Do they even have loan sharks anymore? And then I wondered if I was crazy. Is this what exercise does to you?

Maybe I’ve been reading too many true crime stories. Or maybe I should ask him if he needs help. I’ll watch his back for some free training sessions.