CHAPTER 19
EDDIE’S COME TO JESUS MOMENT
“Push through it. Only three more reps.” I said, then grabbed my towel and sneezed into it. “Damn kids.” I muttered, and my client gave me an odd look. We were at the YMCA, and I was training a long-term client named Paul. He was an older man, in his early fifties, and sweat was streaming down his face as he performed a series of goblet squats.
“Damn, that was hard.” Paul grinned after completing the last squat. “You got a cold or something?”
“Yeah, I took a, um, gig, to tide me through until the repairs on the gym are completed.” I was embarrassed to admit that I was a mall Santa Claus. “There are a lot of kids, and they have no problem sneezing and coughing on everyone.”
“My fiancée, well, actually my girlfriend is an English teacher at Moody
