Grandma's On A Roll...

To say I've taken a bit of a hiatus in my writing would be an understatement.
The past few months have been a whirlwind of building my business here in Manhattan, enjoying the city life as much as possible, getting adequate rest, and drinking adequate coffee to sustain #1 and #2.  The general consensus is that apparently you will rest when you die, and "enough caffeine" is merely an illusion.  But yay for the challenge!

On a related note, people often ask me how I like the city seeing as its been over a year now since moving from NC. 
I love it.
I do.
Its chaotic, busy, will drain you,...and yet the energy of such craziness pulls and you can't help but want more.  One thing I am tremendously grateful for is life in a shoe box.  Sounds crazy, but when you're forced to get rid of 75% of your mess, you realize its just STUFF to begin with. 
Perspective.
Nic-nacs are the decorative spawn of Satan......my grandmother just rolled over in her grave for the second time.  (The first being when I fell in love with a yankee).
Now don't get me wrong, I have no intention of raising a family in this space,...there's not enough meds in the state of NY for that, however it works for now.  And well, when you're paying roughly $4.50/sq ft, you realize that adding another room may force you into a questionable second job and a disappointed father.
Tempting, but no...

I am reminded of how different life is when I visit family every few months in NC.  The potential for seeing a rat is relatively low (always a positive), it doesn't smell like hot poo, and nothing beats a highway drive in the afternoon with the windows down.  You gotta take the good from each chapter of life and appreciate the small things. ;)

Training...
My own training is going well, and everyday I'm reminded that my body needs more care/recovery than several years ago.  I say this like I'm 2 years from adult diapers and a walker, but the 'ol post-30 joints don't feel 22 anymore.
I continue to lift heavy, get in cardio when I can, and simply maintaining right now until I gear up for another strength phase in a few weeks.  The biggest thing for me is making sure I get enough sleep.  I'm averaging about 5 hours right now, which is not ideal at all.  It leaves me looking haggard and a walking health hazard for my first 2 clients each morning.
They joke that I have zero sympathy at that time of day, and yeah they are probably correct. ha.
But cheers to getting up and starting the day off with a dose of weight-training, tough love, and desire to curse your trainer.  A win for everyone!

In more exciting news, I'm currently putting together some information/curriculum if you will for newbie trainers.  Beyond the textbook program design and understanding exercise variations, it deals more with the interpersonal aspect of training.  Communication, body language, understanding different personalities and how that will impact your effectiveness as a coach, psychological differences in training men vs. women, etc etc...
Its jam packed full of stuff from 11 years experience and information derived from other well-respected and successful coaches in the industry.
My inspiration for this sparked as I watched trainers come in and out of the "job" one after another like it was just a pit-stop along their career path, ultimately unable to establish themselves.  They were missing something.  They were missing something HUGE.  And regardless if they ever went back into a career in this industry, their experience with a client ultimately effects me.  Why?  Because I can't tell you the number of times a client has come to me with a story that begins with something along the lines of: "my last experience with a trainer was horrible,...I didn't feel like they even paid attention to me."  Or, "my last trainer pushed me too hard and I always left feeling like a failure."
Whether the stories are true doesn't matter, it is how the person perceived the experience so it is ultimately their reality.  Thus, it will influence their expectations in OUR session. 
I get a little fired up about this because our ability to either encourage or crush self-confidence is tremendous.  
All that to say, I'm working on this information to help mentor aspiring coaches,...and I always welcome client feedback, so please email me if you have some thoughts on this topic.  It helps make us better coaches, and well, I can always appreciate an email titled "You are a pain in my butt,...literally."
...gotta love my folks' candidness.

Well, its back to the grind....gearing up for my evening clients.  With only 3 cups of coffee today, this should be interesting for all parties involved...

One Year Later...

I just took an unbelievable power nap.  I say it like I'm ready to run 10 miles before taking over the world.  Not exactly.  But on a positive note, I'm not ripping my eyes out in sheer exhaustion.
Sunday win.

Its been a hectic week as I covered for a few colleagues getting in one last summer vacation.  I still don't know what day it is, but had a blast throwing in some new peeps on the crazy train.  Sweat, laugh, push harder, repeat.  Never a dull moment, that's for sure.
The best moment came when one guy said "Your nice smile is just so deceiving.  My glutes hate you."
Ha,..you're welcome.  Its no secret that men often dislike any type of leg training. *Not ALL, but I rarely meet an average gym-going male who is thrilled to squat, lunge, or do anything that will cause soreness in the posterior region.  I'm convinced if they had to wear yoga pants on a daily basis, they would do squats until blue in the face.
These guys love yoga pants.
Apparently on the 7th day God made yoga pants,...and Adam cheered.
So needless to say, after a couple of sessions there was a new appreciation for total body training,...and relaxed fit jeans.

NYC Life and Leisure...

I am truly convinced that I will either be severely injured by a taxi or a pigeon.
Both are absolutely ruthless in NYC, but its the pigeons that are sending me over the edge.

In a city of millions, these God forsaken birds are simply not phased by human beings.  It never fails that as I'm trecking it across town, I come extremely close to punting a few on accident.  I used to feel bad about this, as I am not one to wish harm on an animal for no reason,...HOWEVER this was before one went all kamikaze on my head last week.
I went slow motion Matrix-style to dodge the flying hazard, and nearly gave myself whiplash.
It suddenly put the quiet subway rats in perspective....they might be gross, but at least their not in my face.

Hard to believe that it was exactly a year ago this Thursday that I flew up for interviews.
I remember seeing the skyline thinking holy crap, is this real?  Am I ready?  I'm literally leaving everything I know.  And then like clockwork, the details of how my life would be if I ignored my internal "yes" and continued my path would play in my head.
It was the greatest internal battle between what is and what could be and NEEDS to be, that I've ever experienced.  Even to the point that others' belief in me or lack there of became irrelevant.  Not that I didn't value the support or want it in my life, but the fact was that it was MY personal conviction and determination, focus, and willingness to work hard that would make the difference,....not their opinion.
Talk about some eye-opening moments.  NY will do it to you, that's for sure.
Looking back, I am so thankful for the struggles.  Sometimes what we may perceive as "closed doors" are merely hurdles... 
Just jump.  Leap.  Get off your butt and be willing to do whats necessary to get over it!  Believe me, I say this to myself just as much as I do my clients.

One year...
I've learned so much, but the one theme which surfaces every time is Change...Its inevitable, necessary, but how we grow within it and respond to it is ultimately a choice. 
We will either be an agent of change, sensing a necessary step from what we've always known towards something new and greater to fulfill our purpose,...being open to struggles, growing pains, and the opportunities along the way.
OR, we will travel life's path as a victim of change,...with constant opposition to anything outside of the familiar, "safe", or comfortable.  Refusing to relinquish control and adapt to any potential growth opportunity for fear of the unknown.  Its the infamous "life happens TO me" mentality, and there is nothing more confining.

The changes I've initiated and/or adapted to over the last 365 days range from a smaller living space to a constant reminder that despite experience, experise, and desire within your field, in this city you are replaceable. Talk about a tough pill to swallow,...and yet when this reality sets in and really sets in, you will either cave or seek excellence Every.  Single.  Day.
Not merely being great at what you do, but actually DEFINING what you do.
For this extra push, I am grateful.

So cheers to one year...The good, the hard, and the scary.  Its been a beautiful ride so far and here's to much more ahead... :)

Forgotten Skippy and Lonely Pam

It is an absolutely gorgeous day in the city.
Clear blue sky, light breeze, and thank God low humidity.  After Monday morning I was fairly certain I would die at the hands of humidity.  In theory I should be used to the sauna-like feeling, but people forget that in the south we go from our air conditioned homes, to an air conditioned car, to another air conditioned building, and that 20 second walk between each may be the longest 20 seconds of our life, but we endure because we are tough, but mainly because sweet freon awaits...
All that to say that waiting on the subway platform in 95 degrees is equivalent of waiting in a heated port-a-Jon,...without the momentary relief when your pants drop.
So cheers to a cooler day with a breeze.
...its the small things.

The last two weeks have been quite the grind since our return from Florida.
Vacation was absolutely wonderful,....sleeping in past 4am,...reading books,...taking naps,...laying by the pool,...it was pretty much exactly what we needed.  I'm sure my clients were ready for me to tone it down a notch.  God bless them.  Ha

The return flight was not exactly what I needed, and I basically left any sanity I gained from that trip right there in the Tampa airport...
It started out as a normal trek through security: shoes off, put your mess in the bin, wait for the person in front of you to realize the line is moving before glaring at them and their 3 bins, hands in the air, and then grab and go.
Well, my grab-n-go part wasn't exactly that.  They grabbed my bags and said they needed to do a full search.  Ok fine, its 6am, at this point you argue with no one only because its 6am and no one in their right mind has enough energy to do so.
Not even me...and I was on my 3rd cup of coffee.
So I stepped aside as they pulled out my jar of peanut butter and explained it was over 3 ounces and had to go.  Fine.  Take my peanut butter deliciousness if you must.
Side note: if I were to try and sneak something on a plane, it would definitely be peanut butter. 
...But I did later find out peanut butter is often used to smuggle drugs.
A little warning about this would have been nice before some stranger is man handling my skippy.

Next thing I know they are literally pulling every. single. thing. out of my luggage.  The game of tetris I had to play to get all that crap to fit was now going up in flames and my underwear was being exposed to all of Tampa travelers.
Awesome.
Then I'm asked to step aside for a full pat-down.
Here we go...
The woman spoke so fast I could hardly keep up, and all I caught were a few words here and there about the back of her hand, inseam, and breasts.  Again, it was 6am, I blacked out right after my skippy was confiscated.

She did ask if I'd prefer this little checking-for-hidden-needles ordeal in a private room.....as if it would be more comfortable behind closed doors with a stranger,
Ummm, no thanks...I'd prefer to be completely violated in front of as many people as possible.  Lets just get the full effect.
So there I was,....suitcase open, clothes out, peanut butter gone, and one squeeze away from a total mammogram.
30 minutes later I managed to somewhat reorganize my suitcase and regain some decency to face the world.  It was not pretty, but it would work.

The story doesn't end there.
By this time on a scale from 1 to totally crazy/irritated, I was a solid 8....Alanis Morissette status.  Like, be carfeul I might be tired but I might just go nuts on you type thing.
But I had all my things and was ready to board.  I roll my carry-on and whats left of my dignity up to the gate when Pam smiles and stops me.  Ahh!!  What?!
My bag was too big.  By literally an inch.
An inch.
She wanted to check it and I could go to baggage claim in NY.  At that moment I felt like Ben Stiler in Meet The Parents when he has death grip on his bag and threatens the flight attendant to take it.
That was me.
Chris looked at me like Oh dear God she's gonna blow. 
Pam couldn't stop smiling....ugh Pam stop it with your rules and positivity!! 

....As my bag was taken and I was led to the plane, I concluded 3 things from my experience:
1. Peanut Butter is not always worth fighting for
2. Refrain from sarcasm during your pat-down,..it is not funny to the stranger who's hand is on your inseam
3. Pam made zero friends that day


The smell of hot sewer welcomed me back, and I was ready to roll. 
NYC, hello beautiful...


****Exciting news to come on next post!!!


 

Year 32 watch out....

Where to begin...?...

Well, I officially made it to 32 years old.  I will  not sit here and play whoa-is-me as if to say its old....its not...however, there was a time in my life when I truly thought life ended at 28.  Maybe I associated it with having kids, eh, my eggs are still marinating.  Nonetheless, I stand corrected.  Life only gets better and more interesting if you choose it to be...

Every birthday I spend some time reflecting on the past year...triumphs, mistakes, and any ridiculousness that took place to remind me that life is too short not to laugh at yourself, with others, and to yourself about others.  Don't judge yourself for the latter, because at some point you become the reason they chuckle behind closed doors.  You little spark of entertainment, you.
So this year I thought about my journey to NYC.
It was at my birthday dinner the year before that I broke the news to my friends I was moving up here.  Naturally, we celebrated with late night dancing and a mechanical bull.
31, you were one heck of a year.
A few things I learned:

* Opportunities do not have legs to walk to you.  Create them.  Go find them.

* True friends absolutely celebrate your successes as if they were their own.

* Where there is a will, there is a way 10 ways.  Figure it out and GO.

* Nay-sayers will always exist.  You ultimately decide if their voice is heard.

* Money does not buy happiness, but I'm happier with $50 than with $0.

* Showing your breasts in public is legal in NYC.

* Its more than loyalty to a company.  You must be loyal to a greater calling to hard-work and drive to not only be the best at what you do, but to define what you do.

* What doesn't challenge you doesn't change you.

* Learning a few phrases in Italian to surprise your boyfriend = win.  Add hand gesture = foot massage.

* The greatest thing you can do for yourself is believe in your capacity to overcome.  Its not expecting to be perfect and gracefully endure life's challenges, but rather relentlessly pursuing BETTER because it is so engrained in your heart and mind that mediocrity and "good enough" are no longer an option.

* Having a vagina gets you a cab quicker than having a penis.


Honestly, the list is pretty lengthy and amazes me that its been a full year, 1 move, job change, new relationship, and lots of coffee later,...and here we are.
32 looks to be a great year...


In the fitness arena, life is hectic and constantly giving me material.
I was farted on today.
This is actually more common than you'd think, and if you're a trainer for any substantial amount of time, it will happen.  Period.  And here are the scenario/rules:
a) If the client ignores it, you ignore it.  I don't care if it sounds like a tsunami, you play deaf and continue to count reps until you are blue in the face and gasping for breath.
b) If they laugh, it suddenly becomes fair game BUT you must stop when they stop.  Farts are funny, yes, but don't laugh like you've never let one rip at an undesirable time.  You are guilty too, and the difference is that now they are paying you to shut up.  So shut up.
c) If they ignore it but you still laugh,...make up a story fast because you look like a jerk.

These are the things they don't teach you in the certification courses.  The next topic I'll cover at some point is what to do when your client says he'd risk consequences of choking you rather than to do another set of squats.
Where's the love?...

Well, its about that time.  I need meat and veggies right now, and then to start packing for vacation!  Ah, I can't wait to hit the beach.  I will look like a glowstick my first day out there until I get some color.
Its ridiculous, but I seriously haven't been this pale in years.  I can't wear white anymore.  It all blends in and I look topless.

Have a good night folks,...make tomorrow exceptional.

Look Ma, No Hands!

I will pick up sweaty weights all day, hug a sweaty client, and even lay on the floor to demonstrate an exercise.  But so help me God, I refuse to touch the rails on the subway.
I'm not a compulsive person when it comes to sanitation, but you would think I'd contract AIDS from a 4 minute commute.  I test my balance daily by assuming the "surfing" position on the train, squeeze the glutes, and pray for the best.  I am determined not to touch the rails.
This has all worked well for me until the other day when it was crowded, I was tired, and when we jolted forward quickly, I momentarily forgot about my fear and grabbed the rail.  It was like that scene from the Sex In The City movie when Charlotte accidentally gets a mouthful of water during an outdoor shower in Mexico.  She freaks out, starts spitting, and then craps her pants.
To clarify, no bowel movement occurs as a result of my unintentional rail-grasp, however I am now battling a horrible cold and I blame the 5 Express train.
If it turns into the HIV virus, it will be the one time I didn't want to be right...

***

We've had a lot of rain in the last few days, so when the sun came out this morning I was nearly jumping up and down.  Almost attempted a cartwheel.  *Almost.
My day began with a client in Central Park, which is always a blast.  Between the beautiful weather and the amazing people-watching, I'm pretty much ready to face my Wednesday.
As I waited for my client to arrive, I became the sole witness of a morning altercation between a man and a young mother. 
His dog wasn't on a leash, and her son wasn't in the stroller.
Dog approaches kid.  Kid reaches out.  Mom shouts "You should have your dog on a leash!"  And from there came the natural adult version of I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I?....His response was simply a loud "Well you should have your child on a leash!"
I wanted to laugh and yet I saw the size of the dog and was 2 cups of coffee shy of unloading the appropriate amount of sarcasm to make anyone cry or being able to run for my life. 
Such a fine line.

 ***

 Life in the gym is rolling along and keeping me busy. 
Hard to believe I've been here 8 months already.  Its June and I have no tan.  First time E-V-E-R.  Chris reminds me all the time "This is the north, babe."  As if to politely say my blinding pale legs are acceptable. 
Meanwhile I'm trying to find the balance in applying enough blush to avoid looking like a polio victim, but not too much to look like a hooker. 
Another fine line.

In all seriousness though, skincare is definitely emphasized much more here.  Women wear hats, avoid the sun altogether, and pack sunscreen in their purses.  Its certainly an area of my own health that I am striving to improve upon.  For the longest time I was a sun-worshiper.  Throughout college you could find me skipping class to lay out, and for every year since I can remember by the pool on the weekends. 
Now at this chapter in life I'm taking "white girl" to a whole new level.
If it wasn't for my dance moves, I'd be a complete lost cause.  Thank you mom, I will continue to shake what you gave me.
So for now I am striving to be ok with my lighter hue and stay away from any black-lights.
*Related: If you still have one of these after 1994 I withhold judgement.  You should judge yourself.

Long day ahead and this cold needs to find its way out of my sinuses before 4am.
Because lets be honest, the only thing I want on/in my face that early in the morning is coffee.  Caffeine.
Joe.
Fresh.  Ground.  Beautiful.

So cheers to rest, regeneration, and caffeinated sanity :) 


 

My Only Option is a Scooter...

...just woke up from a nap.  Its a rough site, but cheers to new levels of sanity...

Well, its mid-April and I have officially retired the winter coat.
I survived my first full winter in New York City.
Yes, there were moments when I couldn't feel my extremities.  And I may or may not have stuck the hair dryer under my shirt at work in efforts to avoid frostbite.  *Note: its not weird if it is problem-solving.  This rule has made for many questionable life choices,...I am fully aware of this fact.
But ah yes, here we are finally experiencing Spring and I am beyond excited.
Plans this weekend involve Central Park and some frolicking.
Can't wait.

I had a true New York experience the other day.
I almost died crossing 3rd Ave.
Its true,...you cannot assume that drivers see you, the red light, or apparently the cop sitting at the intersection.  Its 6am and I had the walk signal.  So there I was headphones in, just cranking along to some Janet Jackson, because its only natural to feel like a total badass while listening to What Have You Done For Me Lately, and one must feel this way before facing the next 12 hours of madness.
I was in the midst of my 1986 dream, when I noticed a jeep approaching to my left that was not slowing down.  I stop, and suddenly he slams on breaks and skids about 5ft in front of me into the intersection.
Surprisingly, I can't say that "my life flashed before my eyes" (probably because the highlights make me look like a heathen), it was more a thought of "holy crap you idiot, but ehh I'm too tired to get mad."  I made my way around the moron and towards the gym.
I considered wearing reflectors and a helmet after that, but quickly decided getting hit was the better option.
On a positive note, I'm here in one piece.

Speaking of, several coworkers recommended I bike to work to save time.  HA....Ok, for those of you who know me, this thought is absolutely laughable.  I literally have not been on a bike in over 15 years, and even then I should have received numerous DUIs on that Huffy.  Not for being under the influence of substances, but under the influence of horrible response time and questionable operation skills of anything involving wheels, brakes, and seat that felt like a torture device.
I have no business operating a bike in NYC...for the sake of everyone's health...mainly mine...

Ah yes, health...
Gym life is rocking on as usual.  Chris is really pushing me with this competition prep by keeping my lifting heavy, increasing cardio, and repairing my metabolism with a solid meal plan.
My strength has increased tremendously,...looking to max out in May on Deadlift at 255, bench 145, and squat 205.
Sprints are going great, but I am constantly amazed by how much time I have to spend rolling, stretching, and just realigning everything.  This 'ol machine operates a little differently at 31 than it did at 21 ;)
I say that like I need a cane and endless supply of asprin.
I might.

I'll leave you on more of a serious note with this question and a few thoughts...
Are YOU standing in your own way?
I thought about this quite a bit this week as a couple of clients emailed me with struggles.  Perhaps some of it was related to the inevitable realization that change is hard and takes time.  And no matter how much we remind ourselves of this fact, being patient and consistent in our daily lives to move forward and stay focused becomes a battle.  Why?  Because we battle the very essence of who we were, are, and desire to be. 
That's why the other part of the puzzle lies much deeper and often becomes an autonomous response to the world around us.
Look at your lifestyle.  What habits, things, people, and even continual self-talk holds you back from where you want to go and who you want to be?
Its not an easy question to answer because at the root of it is a perceived need.  A need we feel we have for these things/people.  Ironically, they stand in our way,...WE stand in our way because we refuse to let go.
The truth is, at some point you must let go because change is a choice and responsibility is our own.
You deserve to get out of your own way and experience your best self.  Once you fully believe that and long to genuinely live it out, you'll begin cultivating a path to success.
A path created by you,...and for you.

Make today great folks.

Fun in Dysfunction...

Warm, cold, sun, snow,...my body is so confused right now.  The calendar says Spring and yet I'm practically rocking a snuggie to work in the morning.
Its cold.
And as much as I enjoy suffocating in a scarf, warmer weather would be welcomed with open arms...
...in a tank top...preferably mesh.  Ok kidding, my redneck side is showing.  Dear God turn it off before I unknowingly spit in public.
 *Note: College roommates are not allowed to comment on this one.

Whew, what a crazy few weeks.
Since last post I've been working like crazy and managed to drag my beau to NC to meet the family.  Of course the day we were trying to leave was the same day mother nature decided to dump snow on NY, forcing us to leave the following day.  After being put on hold by Delta for more than 2 hours, I wanted at least a pat on the back for not making ridiculous threats or losing my religion over the phone.  Apparently those are no longer handed out.
I can't complain though, we got to the airport ready to go and found out we were upgraded to first class.  To be completely honest, this was my first experience in the tah-tah section, and I could almost hear my mom's voice "Be on your best behavior".  To this day I have yet to fully understand what that entails,...which explains a lot.  My "best" is questionable.
I will tell you this though, I was disturbed to find out that the package of peanuts is substantially larger and coffee is served in a real mug.  Game changer.  You mean to tell me that this whole time I've been sitting behind that polyester midget curtain, they've been making it rain with mixed nuts?
Unbelievable.
Throw in a few pecans and a back rub and you can reschedule my flight anytime.

We had a wonderful time with the fam, and I could not WAIT to see my nieces and nephew.  My brothers may be under the slight impression that I love their offspring more than them.  Ehhh....fair. ;)
It felt like a whirlwind trip, but great to get away from the city for a few days, hang out with the Parker crew, and show Chris just how much fun dysfunction can be...
Getting to hug mom was probably one of the best things about the weekend.  We cried some, laughed a lot, and just had a great time.
She is still in a cast from her foot surgery, but now wheeling around on a scooter the doctor prescribed.
Ummm yes, I definitely had to ride that thing.  And there is just something odd about being in a room and seeing your mom out of the corner of your eye whiz by on a scooter.  What a health hazard.
Fairy hair, a purple cast, and now a scooter,...I don't even know what to do with that...
Rock on mom, rock on.

We managed to get in a couple of workouts at ActivEdge, and yes, it did feel a little different walking into the gym for only the second time since I left in October.  It still feels comfortable, and I was glad Chris got to see where training all started for me.  That was special.  Plus, I got to see him throw around some weight.
Some leaders inspire mainly with their words, Chris inspires by DOING.  Man of action,...I like it.

Since then its been back to the grind.  Life is good.  Crazy, but good.  I have several new clients who are pumped about change and then curse me a little during the workout...its a good balance.  Big shout out to my gal Emily who continues to make strides and down 14 pounds.  Awesome.  And to Samantha who came to me struggling to do 1 push-up, and now cranks out sets of 12.
You go girl.
You push hard because life is hard.  Because you're worth it.  Because life was not meant to be watched from the sidelines.
Very exciting things going on with these folks. :)

Well, its about that time for yours truly.  After 9pm I get cranky and unreasonable....shocking, I know. 
Make tomorrow EXCEPTIONAL and get after it.

Eat, Sleep, Workout, Sleep,...Sleep,...Eat...

I'm taking my narcoleptic tendencies to a new level....I've had a disgusting total of 15 naps in the last 6 days.
For all those times in kindergarten when I refused to sleep on my germ-infested red and blue mat,...I curse myself.  Life is getting me back.
And the sad truth is that I could easily fall asleep again right now.  I completely judge myself.

I honestly think most of it has to do with my training phase.  I'm lifting as heavy as possible, going high intensity on my cardio, and probably doing the most volume I've ever done in one training phase.  I'm loving it, but am totally wiped out.  If it wasn't for having my carbs through the roof and taking yams to the face like its my job, I'm not sure I'd make it through the workouts.  Well, I would but just with a few other choice words and perhaps some tears.
Side note: one should never cry in spandex.  (Its an unwritten life rule).
So here I am marinading in my fatigue for a bit and longing for a massage, more naps, and an inject-able form of coffee...
Also related, I broke my iced coffee maker this week.  Yes, it was catastrophic and I wanted to cry.  I mourned for a few days and wept through a few improvised cups with ice and regular Joe, but it was like giving a child the off-brand Cherrios.  "Toasted Rounds" just sounds as horrible as throwing 5 ice cubes in searing coffee and praying for the best.
...Congrats, you're now a questionable parent for lying to your child and I'm a questionable human being for lying to myself.
Life is once again not fair...

In other news, its been an awesome week with clients.  My ladies are stepping up in major ways.  From hitting new PR's on lifts, to fearlessly trying things they haven't done in years.
Its awesome and I applaud them.
But I have to send some special appreciation out to my lady Lynn.  At 76 years old, she is a pistol and constantly wants to improve.  I love it. 
And the other day she made me laugh so hard I nearly choked.
There we were in the middle of a set working on balance, when she looks up at my co-worker doing tricep dips with chains hanging over his shoulders.  Its a common way to add weight to most any body-weight exercise, but apparently suggested a little more to Lynn...
"Meredith, that looks like something from 50 Shades of Grey,..."
I nearly died.
I am generally prepared for anything that comes out of peoples mouths (including my own), but this one caught me off guard. Before I knew it, she was giving her full synopsis of the book series.  Suddenly I imagined if I were analyzing this with my own grandmother, and then quickly realized I envied her candidness.  Not that I shy away from bluntness myself, but that at 76 years old she lacked no wit, guts, and pure honesty.
Beautiful.
...and no, I will never look at those chains the same again...
Cheers to you, Lynn.

* * *

Big week ahead.  I'm cramming in 6 days worth of clients into 3, and then have a mini-vacation planned.  Me and my Yankee-man are headed south for a few days :)
He will officially get a dose of the Parkers, and thus never be the same.
My thinking is that if I haven't managed to offend or scare the crap out of him, neither will Sparkles or the rest of the crew.
At this point its almost a challenge.....Of course I accept.
...pictures and stories to come...

Well, its about that time.
My 24 hour break is almost over and then its back to the grind.  The to-do list is eying me like the last biscuit, and I'm 5 seconds from a panic attack or complete OCD domination of check boxes to complete.
Yes, its a love/hate relationship that I keep coming back to in utter denial that its more love than hate.  Ehhh...

So here's to a new week folks!  Make it amazing.  Do great things.  Stop wasting time and MOVE.  Go be your beautiful self...

Pedestrian Hazard

First time in New York that I am blogging from the comfort of my bed.
Yes, after 4 months, I finally bought internet service.  Its amazing I didn't go through withdrawal...or get kicked out of Starbucks.
Actually, there are only 2 reasons I would ever get kicked out of a coffee shop....1) for saying something completely inappropriate within earshot of a small child....or 2) for jumping behind the counter and placing my head under the coffee dispenser.  That's it.  Although I'm sure they're not exactly thrilled with people staying for 3 or 4 hours...I'd probably hate me too. 
...things I don't have to worry about anymore...woohoo!

It was a beautiful thing once the ol World Wide Web was up and running.  Welcome to 2015 Meredith...high speed internet, solar powered machines, and enough unfortunate selfies to make anyone want to burn their phone. 
Yay for technology.
But in all seriousness, its been a great thing not having to answer every nightly email on my phone.  By 11pm I'm generally one CC away from my thumbs swelling up and refusing to function.

In other news, I managed to give myself a mild concussion Thursday night.
Unbelievable.  I will literally be the only person roaming the streets of NY wearing a helmet and caution tape for the sake of everyone.
...I was on my way back to the gym and running to make the bus in time.  I started to pick up speed and quickly turned to see if Chris was right behind me.  Mistake.  As I turn back around, I had zero time to react as this guy was exiting the local diner.  Bless his heart, he had no clue that his southwest omelet was going to be capped off with a defensive screen route turned ugly.
I nailed him.
Not even a quick brush of the shoulder or arm-swipe.  Nope, it was full-on contact that left me wishing Chris caught it on camera.  Because my God, if I was going to hit someone like that, I want to be able to analyze the impact.  Duh.
It was only seconds afterwards that my head started pounding and my stomach felt nauseous.  Funny, and yet I honestly thought I was going to throw up on the bus.  I didn't want to be that person.  No one likes the person who smells like vomit.  Period.
Long story short, I made it through my sessions that night and avoided blacking out (win).  The next 2 days I definitely had a lingering headache, and today has been a gradual improvement.
Lesson learned: avoid high speeds on the sidewalk, and when in doubt pack proper head gear.

Ah yes, fitness...
I received a text this past Friday that absolutely made my day.  Here was a woman on a mission to lose substantial weight and coming out of several weeks at work that absolutely threw her for a loop, she was determined to leap back on the wagon.  Down 5 pounds last week.  Awesome.  Boom.  Way to go Emily....you said you were going to do it, and you nailed it!  Heck yes!
Biggest change to her nutrition??  Eating breakfast, and eating more protein.  That's right, MORE food.
So proud of this one!

Another shout out to Christina who is now on month 4 of no soda.  From over 3 liters a day to NOTHING.  Awesome...your body thanks you :)

More to come next week.  My golf event at Equinox will be announced and if we're lucky perhaps another walk to work in 3 degrees... You can imagine my thoughts on that at 7am...

Brady still has a butt-chin...

Where did the weekend go?!
I turn around and suddenly its Tuesday!...Mentally, I'm still jamming out to Missy Elliott's sneak attack during Sunday's halftime show.  Loved it, not gonna lie.
I was ready to bring back my scrunchies and Reebok Classics.  Hello 1996, your future rump shaker here desiring to relive the 20th century dream...

Speaking of the Superbowl....oh my, what a game.  I don't have a huge tie to either team, however, I was pulling for the Seahawks while simultaneously taking part in friendly bets on everything from the first commercial shown to the color of the gatorade poured on the coaches head.  I was focused, and definitely a little anxious during the National Anthem.  I bet the over.  She had 2 minutes to belt out this song, and I was praying for at least 2:01.  It was looking tight until she turned "land of the free" into a ballad all its on.
Timer in one hand, fist pumping with the other,...telling Idina to "PAUSE! PAUSE!" before the last line as my life depended on it.  What a ridiculous sight. 
2:04!!  2:04!!....And that my friends is what keeps my anxiety levels slightly questionable.   

***

Training this week has been solid.
My strength is increasing, which is good, but the amount of energy I blow through during the personal assault session is truly exhausting me.  I've already taken 2 naps today,...first one being at 8:30 this morning.
I was sitting there in the trainers' lounge after my clients struggling with whether I eat or sleep first.  And yes, I am fully aware that the only other human beings with this "choice" at 8:30 in the morning are about 25" long, wear diapers, and still rely on breast milk.
I judge myself....and yet am too tired to care.  Perfect.
I basically scarfed down my sweet potato and chicken then immediately plopped down in our couch-like chair, placed a towel over my face and was out cold for over an hour.
I can literally sleep anywhere.
Unfortunately, last week I nearly got kicked out of Barnes and Noble for sleeping on the floor.  Let me explain....
People were sitting on the floor, in the windowsills, etc, so I grabbed a book and made a spot on the floor.  Welllll, naturally about 10 minutes in it was all I could do to keep my head up.  I couldn't fight it any longer...I went down.
Look, mom always read the book before bed.  It makes you tired...makes sense.  Asking me to sit up and read on the floor without falling asleep is like asking my cat to scoop his own poop.
Good luck.
...All that to say I will have to go back to my spot in Starbucks more often.  They let me sleep.
God bless them.

Awesome week so far with clients.
I'm currently putting together a golf event at the club, so that's exciting and going to keep me busy.  I'll be sure to post more details about it once we finalize everything!  But if you already have questions or want to reserve a spot, please email me directly: meredith.parker@pt.equinox.com

Last bit of training news and update,...
We are doing a trainer decathlon at the gym and the games began yesterday.  6 teams of 10 trainers, 10 events, everyone has to compete in 2 of them.  Today I had pullups.  Tomorrow I have box-jumps.
Once I got on the bar I was definitely feeling my upper body workout from yesterday.  Suddenly my body felt like lead.  Eesh,....not my best performance, but it may be enough to put me in first for the females.  We'll see.
I'm definitely the strongest I've ever been, but being in the off season, I'm also heavier.  Arms are feeling it already...
Tomorrow, I better bring my hops.

Well, I am headed back to work, and back into 21 degrees of awesomeness.  Makes my face burn.  Spring is so close and yet feels so far....when it breaks the 50 degree mark I might just ditch pants all together out of pure bliss...and a little rebellion...

Make today great folks :)

Don't Eat the Yellow Snow...

Well, I survived the "blizzard" along with the other 73 people crammed in this Starbucks.
Its nuts in here right now. 
I literally had to make a table out of the window seal while attempting to sit upright and straddle the wall to type efficiently.  No, its not pretty, but I left my decency between 1st and 2nd Avenue when I nearly bit the dust crossing the street.  Never mind the cars, give me a patch of ice and I will quite easily injure myself.

Its been quite the week with smoke detector issues, a neck injury, and inspiring moments with clients.  I'll start with a device that I honestly want to rip from the ceiling in a fit of rage.  I understand that it is meant as a warning, as a helpful item, but in a 450sq ft apartment, it warns of nothing that would not have already exploded.
I've managed to set it off 3 times in the last week while cooking chicken.  Amazingly, at 7am with the alarm blaring, no one showed up to see if everything was ok.  I don't blame them.
I am fully aware that my neighbors hate me at this point, and by the 3rd incident were probably hoping I was playing with matches on purpose.
I wasn't.  Again, chicken.  I blame the chicken.
But in my defense, you get through 2 chicken breasts and the place looks like a smokehouse.  Who cooks just 2 breasts??  I need to get through about 3-4 pounds at a time, and a smoke detector that goes off at the sound of a fart is not helping...


Onto my neck...
Holy geez, talk about a wake up call.  Last week I was on the last rep of my last set of barbell shoulder press, and in a meathead moment of pure GH release, I pressed the weight up and my neck basically screamed at me.
I felt it happen, and the rest of my workout knew this was not going to be something I just slept off.  On a scale from 1-10, the pain was about an 8.5.  And ironically, the position that irritated it the most was standing/walking while trying to just keep my head up. 
Slightly problematic considering my profession.
The rest of the afternoon proved to be difficult while demonstrating exercises for clients, and then the trek home nearly put me in tears.  Ridiculous, I know.
But seriously, the only way I could remotely walk without excruciating pain was to tilt my head to the left and look down. 
I looked like Quasimodo shuffling to the 6 train. 
All I could do when I got home was lay down and apply as much pressure as I could stand to that spot.  Thankfully, it eased up in a few days and I've never been so grateful to nod my head...I nearly ceased verbal responses all together out of pure joy that my neck didn't feel like death anymore.
Slight exaggeration, but you get my point.

Overall though, my workouts are going very well.  Intense and exhausting, but very good.  I definitely have to warm-up and roll more than I used to.  At 31, things do not exactly feel like they did at 21 ;)
A few of the younger male trainers like to remind me of my age on a regular basis.
Its all fun and games until you actually do the math.  It was me against two young 20-somethings that ended with the eldest commenting to the younger:...
"Dude, she was in college when you first discovered your genitals."
There was pretty much nothing to say after that.
It was true.  Boys...

What a solid week with clients.
I had a few ladies make major breakthroughs amidst the sweat and dumbbells.  Perhaps the biggest obstacle for my "newbie" females is understanding the importance and role of struggle in the gym.  Understanding that yes, it is necessary to spark change, and no it is not a reflection of weakness.  Rather, it is an opportunity to foster strength in a moment of determination and belief in oneself.  It sounds quite simple and yet how often when left on our own do we hover in the comforts of the familiar,...the just difficult enough,...or the guaranteed success?!  We do it ALL THE TIME.  We are creatures of habit and often resist change when struggle is involved. 
So to see these ladies actively choosing to trust me in that moment, keep pushing, and ultimately do something they were not sure they could do,....that is food for my soul.
I love it.
They are slowly becoming forces to be reckoned with.  Its amazing.

Well, Starbucks is still packed and my rearend is officially stuck to this seat.  I need to get home and start food prepping for tomorrow.....if you see me on the news you'll know the smoke detector finally got the best of me.  Have a wonderful night folks.
And in honor of my courageous ladies,...you know that very thing you are afraid to do?,....do it.  Tomorrow.  Conquer it.  Go amaze yourself....

Sweet-tarts, Squats, and Elderly Aggrssion

 It was my first trip to Target in 4 months....(as every young mothers' mouth drops in complete awe of such a concept).I get it.
Target is a retail gift from God.  You have everything you want in one stop for an overall pleasant shopping experience.  Unless you go on Saturday....that is a test of pure will power not to strangle someone, namely yourself.
I have no complaints about my recent trip except that it looks like Valentines Day exploded in that place.  Oh the things we will do for the sake of a holiday no one truly understands. 
I say this as I literally just left with 3 bags full of stuff for my nieces and nephew.  I couldn't help myself.

I finally feel like I'm catching up on sleep and am down to only one nap a day.  Some of you roll your eyes as if to say "at least you get a nap!"...fine.  I hear you.  And yet any other trainer totally empathizes with a schedule that is off/on for 12-14 hours.  We can nap anytime, anywhere, like champs....and taking away our caffeine source is a dangerous move if you value your life.
Fittingly, my nap location of choice lately is the Starbucks across the street from the gym.  My thought is that eventually they will either kick me out or offer a pillow.  Thus, my goal is to slowly break them down.....so far the southern accent has only gotten me a free coffee, which is fine, lets be honest.  I'd add a couple of winks if I thought that Tall would turn into a Grande.

Workouts...
Being the newest coach in a gym of 60 trainers sparks many conversations about
our own personal workouts.  We don't always workout at the same time, but you can't help but observe the discipline, work ethic, and push of your counterparts in this industry.  Its good accountability and the energy is fuel in the moments we struggle.
...Like yesterday when I was on my 4th set of squats and knew I was either going to come up or split my spandex trying.  Thank you Nike for a strong seam. 
My workouts are undergoing a makeover thanks to the help of my boyfriend, who's idea of INTENSITY is a 12 on a 1-10 scale. 
You can imagine the conversation over dinner.  We go through workout and nutrition planning, and next thing you know we're discussing squat patterns and there I am doing demos next to my plate of chicken.
This is normal.
Totally normal.
Honestly though, its been a solid week of training and my legs are screaming.  I needed to take today off.  Tomorrow is going to be a tough upper body workout followed by high intensity cardio. 
Side note:...this elderly male beside me in Starbucks is talking about punching people in the face.
Yeah, I don't know, but this is why I love New York.

To my NC folks...
I want to send a truly special thank you to all of you who thoughtfully send me emails, texts, calls, etc to see how I am doing.  You have no clue how much it means to me, and I am constantly flooded with gratefulness and inspiration.  Thank you,...you are amazing.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend,...make it great,...and then make it even better. :)

I Might Have Frostbite.

Ah yes, it feels so good to be back on the keyboard.
I've missed it and probably get some sort of high from writing.  Ironically, I've never experienced the whole "runner's high",...and after mile 6 or 7, its no longer worth the effort or potential thigh chafing.
But give me a pen, paper, and some spell check, and I'm operating on a whole new level. 

Currently, I've monopolized a couple of tables in Starbucks and am completely fascinated by this woman beside me.  Believe me, I can appreciate the natural affection one feels for a steamy cup of Joe, but she is a first.
I've never witnessed someone order 8 ounces of coffee in a 16oz cup, topped with whipped cream, and then consumed with a fork.  I can't stop watching.
She just groaned.
Suddenly I'm flashing to the scene in When Harry Met Sally, and basically one sound effect away from rushing to the counter and ordering the same thing. 
New York is always entertaining.

Life...
Well, I flew back to North Carolina for Christmas with the Parker crew, and it was beyond wonderful to see everyone.  Yes, in the 31 years God has allowed my ridiculous tail to be on this earth, I've never gone this long without seeing them.  Sparkles was beside herself, but it very well could have been the Christmas spirit taking over that woman like a bad rash.  Needless to say, mom and dad were in rare form with everything going on.
I had the pleasure of staying with my brother/sister-in-law and waking up on Christmas day with my nieces and nephew.  Nothing compares to that.  Witnessing the pure joy and sugar overload was enough for this soul.  And you better believe that when they asked for more Reece's Pieces before breakfast I caved and thought WWJD?  This is where I reason that He fed 5000, so I can feed 2 some chocolate and the world will not come to an end.  I know, it makes no sense, but whatever sometimes you just roll with it.  I rolled.

One beautiful thing about going home as a "guest" is that you're not expected to bring any food item to an event.  They say "your company is enough", which usually means "I will defriend you if you show up empty-handed, you thoughtless human being."  Its true.
BUT, when you're flying in from another state, traditional expectations are lifted a little.  I brought nothing but love and sarcasm.
Thanks mom. 

The trip flew by and before I knew it I was back in the city unpacking and cursing my ability to cram so much crap in one suitcase.
I've tried to make unpacking a game.  Its not.
Its just one of those things you do, are reminded why you don't like it every time, and generally vow to take less stuff the next time,....which is another fail, lets be honest.
The day I pack less than 5 pairs of shoes, prepare for Armageddon.

All in all, so many highlights of my time with family.  A few:
- Dad wears Santa t-shirt and therefore is taken seriously by no one.  Blames mom. 

- Payton associates Aunt Mena being home because "it smells like chicken"

- David's inability to stop throwing paper wads at me while unwrapping gifts results in a projectile navel orange to the throat...(I have yet to feel bad about this...he was warned...and I was armed)

- Salem remains calm despite the estrogen overload and serious case of breast milk gas

- Quality time with Jordan and Jan results in an amazing re-gift, Bella/Aunt Mena time, and me eating all the peanuts from their pantry.  I pretty much hit the jackpot on that visit. ...I owe them a lot of nuts.

- Payton/Haven attempt to perform their own version of Frozen and spread white sand across the entire house. 

-*Related: Kelly considers a post-holiday hysterectomy

- Also related: Certain people like to remind me my "clock is ticking".  I'm sorry my uterus didn't realize its aging,...thank you for the reminder. 

- Best part of the trip: the endless laughter and love that exists in my family.  Truly blessed and can't wait to visit in the Spring :)


Fitness...
Well now that everyone's eyes are bleeding, I'll try to wrap this up quickly.
I am officially transferred to a new Equinox location.  Yes, it was a fast transfer and stressful on many levels, however I am beyond grateful for faithful clients and mangers who are making it as smooth as possible.  With a team of 60 trainers, its a bigger gym and certainly a different dynamic.  But I firmly believe in our ability to adapt, thrive, and ultimately progress amidst what initially feels uncomfortable.
So here I am...and wouldn't trade the beautiful mess its been for anything.

I was thrilled to watch clients stay focused and on track during the holidays, but still enjoy the time of year.  Speaking of, with the resolution crowd making their way to the treadmills and god forsaken stairmasters, there is the constant reminder of efforts to move forward and create positive change.
Ah yes, the pursuit. 
The daily grind and push to make new habits, forgo old ones, and try not to lose our minds in the process.  And yet despite our determination, nearly 95% of resolutions fail.  Fact.  We have literally gotten worse at achieving these annual goals....to the point that I find less and less people practicing the tradition. 

This got me thinking.  Scary, I know.
But in all seriousness, here we are making goals and even coming up with a step by step plan to get there (my OCD readers say amen), but there is a critical piece that I will explore in my next article:
Preparing to Fail.
Sounds so positive right?!  Ha, but I believe in this 100%.  *We often neglect to consider that when we strive to make permanent behavior changes we WILL have lapses.  Period.  And preparing to fail is simply a realistic understanding that lapses are inevitable, and its our response and resilience that determines our growth, strength, and therefore success.
Its a game plan for the inevitable.  A beautiful and delicate balance of respecting the natural process, while fueling a greater belief that you can, will, and continue to conquer your greatest conquest,....yourself.

Stay tuned, more to come on that ;) .....

Well folks,...I've created a dent in this Starbucks seat.  I already napped once.  They are starting to suspect I am using them for their internet connection.
Guilty.
And if I thought I could be ninja-like and jump behind the counter long enough to put my head under the coffee dispenser, I would.  But its 10 degrees outside and I still can't feel my toes...

Stay warm.  Make today great.  And go be awesome....

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Well, the Christmas decor is up and I'm practically running around harking the herald.  That makes no sense,...I need my coffee to kick in asap.

Its amazing how much space a 4' tree seems to take up in a studio apartment.  I almost opted for a branch and one silver ball.  I feel you Charlie Brown, I feel you.

I do have this horrible feeling though that when I return from the gym Oscar will be trying to digest an ornament and pooping glitter like a fairy.
82% chance.

What a solid weekend.
I went to my first Broadway production Saturday night and have to say it was nothing short of phenomenal.  It was definitely a NY highlight and left me very aware of my inability to remotely carry a tune.
I can't.
I deserve to have my larynx removed and the theatre would literally clear out from pure fear of more to come.
So thankfully I was not a part of the cast of Les Miserables, and wow what an unbelievable show.   Dinner, show, post-show coffee,...awesome night in the Big Apple.

Training is going well, very well.
Of course I am meeting some amazing people, and grateful for the opportunity to impact more lives outside the NC borders.  And the ridiculous comments that come immediately following a tough set or hard cardio interval are pretty much as brash as in the south...and actually, a little more colorful.
I was compared to Satan the other day.
Followed by a smile.
That was interesting.

Speaking of training,...here we go...
Its been a beautiful struggle the last few weeks in my own training.  Not as much of a mental/focus issue, but more about assessing where I am and where I want to go.  I've spent the last few years navigating some rough waters with work load, divorce, relocation, and sheer exhaustion from the gravity of it all.  Yes, my training kept me sane, but it lacked a clear, definitive goal outside of not dropping a weight on my face or making myself bleed on the treadmill.
It simply was not the time to add another thing on my plate that required such a high level of dedication and focus.
But here I am.
Stronger.  Wiser.  And now open to the possibility of a long term goal to give my training specific direction.  Well, life is funny sometimes and timing is everything...

As I entertained these thoughts and pinpointing what that goal looks like, I was approached by someone near and dear to me who asked me to compete in a show with him next August.
There was no question.
It was an internal YES,...so we're headed back to the stage.
I am absolutely thrilled, but it will be different.  I'm shifting from Figure to Bikini for this show, and going through a Natural federation.  All new and exciting things, and excited to share the experience with someone I admire and who can absolutely call forth my best in my most exhausted and potentially doubtful moments.
Thank God for those people.

So that's the news on this end.  Meanwhile I'll keeping sucking down this coffee and start preparing for the next 9 months.
Its like I'm having a baby.
Minus the lactating and randos touching my belly.  Side note: that's just weird.  I don't know you.  You don't know my fetus.  Why are you caressing my growing uterus?

I'll stop there.

   

Hello 1987...

Is it really November?...Geez...
Pretty soon I'll be decking the halls and watching Elf like its my job.  Oh, and burning overpriced Yankee candles because the smell of "Christmas Eve" is worth the nostalgic moment when your nose hits the jar,...and suddenly you're standing in front of your stocking at 7 years old in the horrible onesie zipper pj's that are guaranteed to cause severe sweating and prevent an emergency trip to the bathroom.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
And heck yes I would rock a pair at 31 years old.  You mean to tell me I can basically have my socks attached to my pants?  Umm heck yes, sign me up.  At 2am I'm never thrilled about searching for a missing sock in the sheets.
Horrible.

Equinox life is treating me very well.  Honestly, I am thrilled with the club, my growth, and the push from my managers to constantly improve.  Sleep deprived?  Eh, maybe,...but whatever, I love what I do, and God made coffee.
Look at me Mom, problem solver.
But seriously, my move to NY has only been confirmed over and over.  I feel extremely blessed.

In random city news, my shin splints are finally healing from all the walking.  Only took over 4 weeks...ha.  I've also invested in leg warmers.  These things make absolute sense to me now.
Its chilly in the morning....Spandex pants expose ankles....Ankles get cold....I have a secret desire to relive the 80's....Answer: leg warmers.
Logical, progressive thinking.
And honestly, I might fully commit to the look and crimp the hair simply because it feels right.  Throw in a scrunchy and some acid-wash and I'll pretty much live free in my own little 80s dream.
Judge me.  Fine.  Not your dream.

So, holidays are coming up and I'll be completely candid and say that I am fully preparing to miss the heck out of my family.  I will be with them for Christmas, but it is the first time ever that I won't be with them on Thanksgiving.
It saddens me, yes, but its just a year of change.  I miss my nieces and nephew like there's no tomorrow and spend quite a bit of time scrolling through their pictures and videos.  It definitely puts quality time spent together in perspective...

On that note, I am headed out for round 8 of coffee.
First step is admitting you have a problem.
I fully admit I have a problem...

From the Big Apple...

Where in the world do I begin?!
To say the last few weeks has been a ride on the crazy train would be an understatement.
I needed a helmet.
Yes, I successfully moved to Manhattan.  However, the journey to get to this point was nothing short of madness.
I ended my nearly 10 year stent at ActivEdge on a Monday, and had a one-way ticket for NY that same Thursday.  The plan was to come up, stay in a hotel for 2 nights while I finalized everything for my apartment, and then move in by the weekend before I had to report to work on Monday.
Wellllll, things didn't exactly go as planned and by Saturday night I was testing the limits of my anti-anxiety meds.  Modern medicine is a beautiful thing.

Long story short, apartment was not ready by Saturday, and at that point I was literally having to take it day by day,...not a good sign when the hotel workers know you by name and ask you every morning if you'll be back.  Everyday it was "I have no clue...but if so, please make the bed."  I like a well-made bed.  Its the little things.  Maybe I like it because I'm not the one wrestling with the sheets in an attempt to make it look halfway decent.  It never does when I do it.  I end up throwing the comforter over the entire thing and bathe in my own apathy.
Ridiculous.
So there I was Monday morning reporting for work at my new home.
Before I get sidetracked, let me just say a  huge thank you to my Equinox team.  Wow.  I have never felt more welcomed.  Its been amazing and I am extremely fortunate.  They have definitely been a major source of sanity a midst my INsanity.

...Monday rolls around and no apartment.
I thought for sure by Tuesday I'd be in so I officially checked out of the hotel and had them hold my bags until I could come back after work.  Great plan.  Siiiiike.
I returned from the gym only to find out that I needed another night in the hotel.  Fine,...except that they were booked.
Completely booked.
Holy crap, homeless at 8:30 at night and needed a place asap....out of the 58 nearest hotels, 56 were booked.
I kid you not, I'm sitting there staring at the prices for the last 2 left thinking they better include a bedtime story, foot massage, and wake up call that starts with "Good morning Awesome."
I don't ask for much.

So yes, I made my way to yet another hotel for a single night stay.  I laid on the bed exhausted.  I laughed as a recapped everything to my mom on the phone,...fairly certain she was about to have a slight meltdown knowing I was basically roaming the streets of New York.  Eh,..everything works out.
I am now in my apartment and living the claustrophobic dream.
I have no clue how my brothers and I got everything in there, but its in.  And yes, shoe storage was immediately an issue,  I got rid of about 15 pairs.
I know.  The world is coming to an end.  It hurt my soul.  But the fact is that I didn't need them and in roughly 450sq ft, you prioritize fast.  It was either the shoes or the cat and crazy as it is, I've grown quite fond of that feline despite his tendency to yack on the floor.
Everything else is shoved in places that were probably not meant for storage, but you do what you have to.  I practically have to pole-vault into my bed because its jacked up so high for storage bins underneath.  And if the shelving in the closets give way while I'm standing in front, I might literally die.

I feel like there is so much to catch up on.
I've had numerous NC  clients reach out since I moved here, and I can't possibly express just how amazing that feels.  There is so much transition going on in my life right now and lack of a steady rhythm, so to have that support and care comforts me.  Fuels me.  Inspires me to move forward.
Thank you.
Meeting new people and connecting with clients here has been easy.  For those of you trapped in the stereotypical line of thinking that all New Yorkers are brash, unhappy, and rude,...I'd challenge you on that one.  I have not had once negative experience.  Especially when it comes to business/customer service.  Its been exceptional.

My schedule is all over the place right now as I am building clientele.  A few days last week I got home at 10:30,...I couldn't move.
BUT, I am loving it.  The city is great, the gym is more than I expected, and I'm gradually able to completely LIVE in this new chapter.  Very exciting :)

More updates to come...I promise it won't take as long!

Answering My YES...

I swear, when I kill a fly barehanded you would think I just won at life. 
I fist pump,...point my finger at it and yell like a psychotic bully,...then I proceed to look around as if a crowd of cheers is about to erupt.  Its sad, and yet I feel like a ninja every time.
Every.  Single.  Time.
(I just had one of those moments and am currently still basking in my victory).

So FINALLY,...I can explain why I've been MIA for the last 2 weeks.  Its certainly not been a lack of entertaining moments in my life.  Every day is an adventure. 
I say that like I'm Peter Pan.  I'm not. 
However, I am a big fan of colorful spandex, flying, and adventure.
No, life is bringing new and exciting changes.
I've been traveling like a nomad the past few weeks, and I definitely had those moments of waking up forgetting what day it was, where I was, and if I was running late....to what exactly, I have no clue.  Nonetheless, I am here in one piece and functioning like a decent human being.

Long story short(er),...after 31 years in this area and 10 years at ActivEdge, I am leaving North Carolina.
Earlier this year I reached a point in my journey/career when something was off.  I was ready for "the next step", but couldn't quite pinpoint what that looked like.  Was it gym ownership?  Was it a move?  I wasn't quite sure.  I waited.
A few months later it hit me like a damn freight train.  New York.
I can't explain it, but it was a deep internal "yes" that kept growing and I couldn't ignore it.  I entertained other cities and every time something brought me back to New York.  And once I allowed myself to fully commit and make the decision, the ball started rolling,...and with extreme momentum.
Things were lining up and next thing I knew I was getting emails regarding my resume and setting up interviews.  I had to bite the bullet on airfare and simply trust that my needs would be met and must do this to go after what I wanted.  I knew was the right decision.
Believe me, there were moments when I wanted to cry...like when I missed my return flight on Wednesday and suddenly found myself yelling obscenities as if that would somehow get me home.  It didn't...but a fast cab driver and a record breaking sprint through airport #2 did.  But also, being overwhelmed and exhausted with traveling up for only 8 hours, getting 3 hours sleep before a 14 hour work day, selling a house, packing, blah blah blah.  Never a dull moment. 
But what was the other option right?  Ignore my calling and basically talk myself back into a comfort zone that ironically has no longer become just that??
Not an option.
I had to say "yes" to my "yes".

So here I am 3 weeks before my official move still arranging a place to live.  Ha.
I am thrilled to say that I accepted a job with Equinox on 54th and 2nd and am excited to join the team in October!....and yay for being able to wear all black to work each day.  (My clients are used to my ninja-esk attire)  ;)
I'm bringing 10 years experience and some southern love to my new home.  Yes, I was quickly made aware that my accent does exist and is evident in pretty much everything I say...
I make no apologies. 

If you told me last year at this time I'd be moving there it would have been grounds for defriending and possibly a panic attack.  Heck, it was just last year that I was awkwardly aboard the subway with a strangers crotch to my face.  Nothing says come-live-here like sex organs on the metro.
...And now here I am trying to figure out how to store over 160 pairs of shoes in a 500 sq ft apartment and justify sleeping in a twin bed.
Ok kidding, the twin bed is not happening....2 things I gave up after college: twin bed and poor life choices after 2am. 
Ok fine, one thing.
So New York,...brace yourself...

There will be much more to come.  Many thoughts and reflections as I say goodbye to some clients I have literally worked with for nearly 10 years.  I am already completely humbled by the kind words and support from so many of you. 
Thank you....I can't say it enough.  You are the reason I can do what I love and boldly pursue the next step...