Oh God! Make Him Stop!

So I may have accidentally thrown Tim under the bus. The wrong person happened to overhear me leaving a message for Tim on Wednesday because he forgot to write down my workout for me to follow on Friday. I just wanted him to call me back so I could transcribe it. After much refusal on my part I finally allowed Big Bad Bill to book me a free session with Tim for Friday.......I knew Friday morning I had made a huge mistake. I felt guilty and still sore from Wednesday's training. Tim showed up and I immediately apologized, he says that he is the one that should apologize.....that's the last time I felt like he was sorry. Due to this looming guilt, I gave him everything I had. Anything he threw at me I took like a champ no matter how much heavier he made the weights, how embarrassing it might have been, or how scared I was of whatever he assigned. I pushed through the pain in my wrist during the preachers curls, my fear of tipping over the structure I was hanging from during the TRX rows. It had been 32 minutes when I realized he wasn't doing our usual 30 minute session. I asked breathlessly looking at the clock, "How..... many...... more?" Tim's reply, "Oh I don't actually have anyone scheduled for a while so I can keep going." I gulped and said, "Oh okay" with a forced smile. All the while each muscle in my body is screaming, "Oh God! Make him stop!" After 45 minutes of pushing myself to my physical limits he finally let me go, workout write-up in hand. Monday is not nearly far enough away.