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
* 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.
