John Mayer

Upon going to my boxing club I realized that they had increased the intensity of their training methods in my school based absence. Being in good shape I thought I could keep up with the class...not true. My abs were chiseled and my guns large, but my cardio was lacking. As I struggled after a half hour of rigorous jump rope we were demanded to run the mile. I have never been a long distance runner. I found myself out of air half way through and had to sit out the other half due to my mild asthma. I had to stand next to the coach and we made jokes about how we couldn't tell if a lady was pregnant or not. I then found out that this coach had nicknames for everyone. My friend and I would soon have nicknames of our own soon. Mine would be John Mayer and my friend's Mex-Italian. As my body was being fatigued from the workout the coach would jokingly say to me "John Mayer! Your body is not a wonderland!". After the training session I go home and tell my mom about my funny new nickname. I had forgotten that my mom thinks of John Mayer as a sleazy scumbag. Yay new nickname!!!