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I just started a fitness-training program for a new client, a Frenchman named Claude*. I expected Claude would buy a dozen sessions upfront, like many of my clients do, since it is cheaper that way. But when I Claude handed me his check I saw it was for only three.
“It is enough until you leave for your trip,” he told me apologetically in his singsong accent. “This is not because I do not like you. It is because at one time I have this paragliding instructor? And we have two sessions left to finish our course, and he go paragliding, and he died.”
Claude looked me straight in the eye.
“I guess I’d better live through this mountain and come back to train you, shouldn’t I?” I said.
“I would like that,” Claude replied.
* Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I would like that, too – I just signed up for 8.