Personal Training: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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He’d started early with a paddle then into the gym for weight training. The medicine ball at 4kgs was an effort. He raised it straight up from his chest then lowered it behind his head before raising and lowering it to his chest again. She’d asked for twenty repetitions before his begging brought it to ten. She was doing it effortlessly so he demanded her ball not knowing that hers was eight kilos. The big ball had been difficult. Even she had given up on him with that one.  Instead she sent him for a twenty kilometre run. The sign he had memorised from her wall said unless you pass out, puke or die keep going kept him going. Until the boardwalk. Feeling faint and queasy,  still he ran. He felt sorry for the girls having their picnic that it was right there, in front of them, he had to be sick. Probably turned them off their tucker. It certainly turned him off another session with the personal trainer.

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Thank you to our host Priceless Joy for hosting and to Yinglan for supplying the photo prompt.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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21 Responses to Personal Training: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Haha enjoyed this Irene. She sounds terrifying!

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  2. shivamt25 says:

    hehe, that’s a good idea for a sign. “unless you pass out, puke or die, keep going”

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  3. Michael says:

    It would turn me off too Irene.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    I enjoyed this take on the prompt, but I hope he missed the fish.

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  5. James says:

    Fortunately the one time I hired a personal trainer, he didn’t make me puke.

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  6. Hahahaha! She sounds brutal! And I can’t help but feel sorry for the two girls having a picnic. LOL! Cute story, Irene! I really enjoyed it.

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  7. goroyboy says:

    Very entertaining Irene

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  8. Ha ha ha, we all hate her, but we do need her also 🙂

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  9. Oh dear, Irene, not a good way to end a training session.

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  10. athling2001 says:

    Sounds like he does need to change trainers. Her motto isn’t a good – or safe – one.

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