spa_fitnessOkay, so I’ve got a few choices for my next career move, considering Ive been aiming at building my career honestly for like 15 years or so.

First I started at Firehouse Books and Espresso, building up relationships with people and sometimes not be choice, being dragged into their personal lives, knowing and growing their personal relationships with people. Then I quickly moved into the love and well being of fitness where I joined the local Curves at quickly excelled at being a fitness techinician. I had the canny ability to not only to get to know the medical facts that would affect their exercise regimen, but also knew when a husband switched jobs and the consequential stress associated with that decision. She just had to come and exercise that shit out. And even so, it became a stressful job not to only get their HR up and their BP up, but also to help a woman with hypothyroidism learn how to exercise.

Could I trust myself training a woman with hypothyroidism without the proper training, or at least something like that? I mean, what could I bring to the table to challenge her without, I guess, giving her a heart attack? For all I knew, I liked to sweat hard and I also liked to row.

Well, I liked to row so much that I needed it everyday, in fact a few times a day. I needed the air, I needed to be with the birds, I needed to be out in the middle of no where with no one else. Obviously there is evidence that people have been here before, I mean, like empty waterways, still long yachts, lonely hardened Southern docks to temp me. As I went by every dock could have been the very dock I jumped from when I was a child. In between the docks I managed to fit in a few good strokes here and there.

As I became more fit, I needed more competition. I had traveled to the local Southeast Regional competition for rowing and had easily won 1st place, and I needed a challenge. I needed to find more daily compeition on top of that if I was really serious about it. So I decided to move to Philly, train for the National Rowing team, and in the meantime work as a personal trainer.

From the very beginning in that high class, two story, 6000 square foot gym I was always kept on the gym floor with a running leash, kind of like where you can leave your dog outside in the rain and it has the reigns to run around “freely,” but would for sure get electrocuted the minute he stepped outside the boundaries. I was lucky back then to see that I was strongly protected using electrocution directly ellicited from the boss once I made a stupid decisions with my clients.

I was considered an independent contractor, which meant that I got paid in full for every client that I claimed on the payroll, and then I would be responsible for the taxes I made at the end of the year. To be able to handle this at 22 years old I thought was pretty responsible, even considering the small annual investment I made into Canadadian coal for retirement later. But the big thing was that I didn’t understand the concept of insurance. I had never gotten into an accident with my car, because that was the closest thing I really understood why insurance was a good thing. I needed it for legal reasons. Otherwise I’d be seriously fucked if I didn’t have it. What if I got sued in this sue-happy-state?

When I took 10 year old Jill and her 9 year old brother into a raquetball court and had them throw an 8 lb medicine ball into the air for each one to catch, I never thought their would be a problem. When I trained Michele on the mat for the simple prevention of pelvic floor problems after she had just told me about the explicit journey that her and her husband had attempted to travel into. Or that having Rachel run ladders outside in the parking lot was not covered by insurance becacuse It was literally outside the physical boundaries for legal protection.

Kevin had pulled me into the office, and I had realized that I had just been outside my fenced area and just had been electrocuted.

“Do you realize how much you are a liability to this company?” Its true, I wasn’t respecting the insurance boundaries and the professional boundaries at all. I was performing some mobilizations on clients, but it wasn’t that bad. I mean, in my record I had only pulled two hip flexors, hernieated one disc, and ripped the lower abs of another client. Was I that bad?

I thought that having a 4 year degree in exercise science could protect me from any harm. Or maybe my cute ass could protect me, along with my sexy-trailing smile.

I had caught myself. I needed a change. Not only by this point I had met the man of my life, but I realized that I was getting into something really stupid professionally. I needed to be challenged and I definitely didn’t want to work as hard for sales. I shouldn’t have to sell fitness, I mean, it should sell itself. Everyone should want to be intrinsically as fit as possibly, which would ward off disease, make the heart stronger, and help us deal with everyday stresses.

Fitness became more of a life sustaining necessity rather than a life fulfilling thing at that point. I needed fitness to make me a better ______(fill in the blank here, and this would assume any role you take on on a daily basis anyway). Rather that’s a mother, a student, a businessman, a coffee barista, a whatever! Fitness is the amazing balance of hormones that affect us on a daily basis. Sometimes we don’t give our body enough credit as it already is. For example, research has shown that a woman’s mood minute to minute can be attributed to the very hormones in our bodies: estrogen, progesterone, oxytocin, and GH. And Cortisol. And others.