Personal Trainer continues to be entertaining. He is sadly addicted to "a professional stretch" at the end of each session.
This is one of those experiences that life doesn't really prepare you for. In the interests of encouraging flexibility, a large Antipodean flings himself on top of you, pushing your legs out at extraordinary angles while twisting your back into the most novel position.
"How is that mate?" he asks, a little too close for comfort.
"Oh fine, fine," I assure him, "But next time we're totally doing this with poppers."
His smile dies. I don't think I'll be troubled with it again.