I've been a personal trainer for 17 years. I've worked with over 180 clients and have happily watched them reach their goals. One client stood out from the rest.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm a big gym bro. It's not hard work to help others work hard and get fit. I love it and no one will ever be able to tell me otherwise. Most clients are your run-of-the-mill office workers. They put on a few pounds after turning 45 and need someone to personalise their workouts and help them along the way. Most of them tell me about their son or daughter or whatever, and sometimes they ask me a bit about my life. It's a really nice system. <br><br>Jill was my first client of the day, and my last. It was 6am and she would come for an hour. We did some basic stuff, squats, deadlifts, and bench press. Her numbers where going up a nice amount each week, she put in extra effort and was one of my favourite clients. Her workout went normal, nice girl that she was, then she asked for some extra training. She was a bachelorette and wanted to look "really good" for her big day. I agreed and we began a second hour. <br><br>The next 60 minutes were where things took a turn for the worse. 30 minutes into the extra training, no matter how much she lifted, the weights looked the same. A 10kg dumbell would look like a 2kg to her, and she would be able to squat a whole stack of 50kg plates like nothing. She then began to ask me strange questions like "How much would a car weigh?" And "Do you think you could squat a house?". She stopped lifting and took her phone out. She clicked a few times and put earbuds in. I assumed she was gonna listen to music but then she asked me these questions: "Do you here anything? Am I a voice in your head?". I answered no to both but she laughed and said "Well, I guess that answers that". <br><br>The training time was over but Jill kept talking. She went through all sorts of topics. Funny thing was how often she mentioned lifting things. Things like "You know, i could lift a tank" and "i bet you couldn't lift a mountain". We talked for a long time, over an hour. Then, a gym staff member came over and told me Jill had no membership and wasn't my client. I accepted this as it was probably a miscommunication. Jill walked away and I never saw her again. <br><br>I found Jill's Instagram page a few days later, on which she had posted her wedding photo. "Marrying long time partner Sam" was the caption. The comments were filled with "Congratulations!" and "you look amazing!". But how she looked was what stopped me in my tracks. Jill didn't look like a fit girl, or a gym girl. She looked like a super model. All muscle and curves. She looked like she could probably lift a house. <br><br>For my last session of the day, lunch was spread out on the gym floor. I ate some sandwiches I'd made earlier and pondered the strange morning with a client who didn't even exist. I took a bite of my food and a voice in my head said "Well, i guess that answers that".