For the privilege of watching some, fat ass, using the elliptical, the Personal Trainer, get paid oodles of money. Well deserved, I might add.
It must be boring as hell being there, watching some heifer, on the treadmill, sweating away. Just standing, there! Making sure, they are doing it. That, is the job of a personal trainer.
The person, who will make sure that we, the adults will do what we want to do, in the first place. Instead of just, we on our own, deciding as grown ups and committed, will actually do, what we set out to accomplish.
Astounding, that we need someone to push us, cajole us, entice us to perform. We, decide to do these exercises, but we need a Motivator. We need a Drill Instructor. We need a Pusher, to do it.
I can understand a Personal Trainer, for more involved practices, like weight lifting or Yoga. We do not want injuries, really. But, for running and cycling? What is that about?
We pay someone to watch us, struggle, huffing and puffing! Mazel Tov!