A WOMAN who hired a personal trainer had no idea she was summoning a PE teacher for whom she is the lone fat, lazy bastard in the class.
36-year-old Joanna Kramer engaged the trainer to lose a stone before summer, only to find herself being told she was not going anywhere until she had climbed right to the top of the rope.
She said: “I thought it would be like therapy, where I pay someone to talk about myself and they have to be kind and understanding. But no.
“Instead of light workouts where my heartrate rose more because of my fit instructor than the exercise, I was being shouted at on a treadmill by a burly man who blew a whistle in my face and told me I’d let myself down, him down and the entire gym down.
“He’s mean, he barks orders, and he gave me a proper bollocking when he saw me on CCTV having a Greggs in the car park. Sometimes when I go home afterwards I cry.
“I tried to get out of it last week by saying it was my period, but he demanded a letter from my mum and when I didn’t have one made me do an extra ten minutes on the elliptical stepper. I’m not allowed to call it the cross-trainer. He shouts.”
At time of press, Kramer was hiding in the toilets vaping and instructing other gymgoers not to tell anyone she was there.
