At the end of World War Two, thousands of Nazis fled from the allies and justice, hiding in every corner of the globe. Many of these people were sadistic torturers and most were never captured and held accountable for the pain that they caused.
Well I think I found one.
She's too young to have participated in WW2, but I could see her being maybe a grand-daughter of one of those soul-less monsters. She's certainly got the torture and infliction of pain down pretty good.
I am, of course talking about my new trainer at the gym. "Brutal" doesn't begin to describe this Valkyrie. She's pushing me hard. She never stops, knows no mercy, and she's totally remorseless, kind of like that chick Terminator in the last Schwarzenegger movie, only snarky.
I'm sore tonight after our most recent session. I'll hurt worse tomorrow.
But on the other hand, I've progressed more in the previous two weeks working with her than I have in the past couple of months. So it's paying off.
Still, I told her tonight that if she was a guy, I'd take her onto the boxing mat and cure that little sarcasm problem that she seems to be suffering from.
She replied that if I stick her program out and stay on track, she'll go for the best two rounds out of three.
NOW I'm motivated.