I am an honest man. Which makes me an honest trainer. Working out hurts. It’s hard and there are exercises that suck. For some, burpees are the devil. I can do burpees for days but for me, the worst is squat to press. If I do enough squat to presses with enough weight, I’m ready to pack it up and call it a day. But something keeps me at the gym. A little voice inside that wont let me leave until I’ve finished the workout. I think there is a small percent of us that consider working out “big time fun.” But for the rest, there has to be a reason. A fire. A burning desire to do one more set of pushups, pull-ups, or wind sprints.
The greatest gains I ever saw when I was working out came at a time in my life where I was broke. As a matter of fact, the only discretionary income I had went to a gym membership. I was a couple years out of college and life was not what I’d envisioned. I didn’t make very much money, my living situation was less than ideal. The only thing I could control was how hard I worked out at the gym. My reason for working out wasn’t to look good, or lose weight (although both of those things happened). I was in search of a feeling I could only get at the gym; Empowerment.
Soon after, I began training and realized that I could give people the same feeling that I had yearned for. I dedicated my life to being the best trainer I could become. Which leads me to my new reason.
To be the best trainer, the best version of me, I need to be better. Better than the man I was yesterday. I need to be stronger than him. I need to be smarter than him. I need to be faster than him. And if another set of squat to presses is what it takes, then that’s what I’m going to do.