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Today, I was at New York Sports Club doing my usual warm up of 2.5 miles running on the treadmill and then an hour training session with Dominic, my personal trainer. To finish the workout, Dom told me to do walking lunges. As I was collecting my ipod and things, one of the “body builders” came over to us.
“I just want to tell you that I have been watching her progress,” he said to Dom. He was talking with Dom as if I wasn’t there.
“And,” he continued, “I’m really impressed with the work. You’ve done an amazing job transforming her. You’re like a Rembrandt!”
Dom smiled and thanked him. I was trying to hold back the laughter. All I was thinking was if Dom is Rembrandt then I am a portrait?
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