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Being a personal trainer is relatively easy work.

I'm only in my mid-20s so I haven't been doing it for too long,

but it's great being able to help people work towards achieving their goals in a healthy way

and a safe, judgment-free environment.

What I didn't expect was all the attention I would get from women in their husbands.

See, most of my clients are women, married women.

And their husbands don't really like another man watching their wives work out

or helping them with their form, which, to be completely fair,

I understand to a certain extent.

I've never had an outright issue with any of them,

but I can always feel the awkward tension when they're also there working out,

keeping an eye on us.

Nothing could have prepared me for this one instance though.

As a man, I had never really worried about being followed at night

or having someone become obsessed with me to the point where I felt like I was being stalked,

but that's exactly what happened.

I had a client that was moving out of town, so a spot opened up on my client list.

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