Flattery comes at a price, especially in the gym

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Does flattery get you anywhere and does flattery work with you? I ask this as something funny happened to me today and I shouldn't have been shocked.


I was swimming at my gym and minding my own business as that is all you can do when you are face down in a swimming pool when I paused at the shallow end for a drink of water. A female personal trainer was standing at the end of the pool watching the swimmers. She introduced herself and told me she thought I was a good swimmer. Of course my ego was tickled and we chatted a little about how I love swimming, I used to swim in a team a long long time ago (I was 14 or 15) and swim a lot. She invited me to join the gym's swimming club on Thursday evenings. It sounded good, a bit of competition and coaching etc and she asked for my contact details. She then slipped in at the end that there was a fee of £5 per week to join in. Now my gym is not the most expensive in London but it isn't cheap. I felt a little cheated and realised her flattery of my swimming was all for money. She did it to the guy in the next lane as soon as I swam off and we talked and she had said the same things to him as she had said to me. Beware of good looking people (men and women) working as Personal Trainers who lurk in the gym and their flattery, especially at Fitness First. It comes at a price.

 January 30, 2013

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