Wakes up at 6 AM, already dressed in the day's clothes because waking up any earlier to do that nonsense of dressing would have meant forfeiting a few minute's of precious sleep. Runs a comb through my hair, puts in some oils, and ties my hair back in pigtails. Drives to the gym, arrives half an hour early, and prays the new client shows up at 7 AM while sipping coffee sweetened by Splenda and also wondering why I don't sweeten my coffee with real sugar like a normal person. (Oh, right. I'd end up filling half the cup with sugar because mildly sweetened coffee just doesn't do it for me.)
Client thankfully arrives on time. The assessment occurs with little problem.
Now time to start a 4-hour floor shift at thankless minimum wage. (I kid, really. The floor is super easy to work. Just a trainer paying her dues without having to pay rent--and a good way to meet people.) Completes floor chores. Conducts a wellness appointment with someone who does not need to be exercising 7 days a week. Checks the floor from time to time to make sure no one has died. Studies some for the CSCS. Writes up clients' workout plans. Warms up in the dry sauna about 50,000 times because it's always -4 degrees in the gym. (It's that time of year for a jacket. I'm in perpetual denial about fall until January.)
Shift ends. Next client shows up. Session ends. No problem. My new job doesn't have a schedule yet, so if we have to reschedule, we'll reschedule. (But please don't call me after I just left for the gym to say you can't make it. I live 19 minutes from the Y!)
Drives to 9Round to work three hours because I'm not yet awesome enough to work the full shift or even work by myself. (Seriously, though. It's my first official week of actually starting.) Trains about 8 people. Feels my feeble arms nearly splinter from trying to get used to the hand pads. Being told to toughen up by a client, and then getting revenge by having said client perform burpees. (Who is the freaking trainer here?) Wonders how I'm supposed to smoothly sell a membership while managing a busy floor.Talks nutrition with a client, then has to rush out to go back to the Y to meet my final client of the day.
Trains some more. Realizes with abject horror I've barely eaten anything all day. (Skinny Popcorn, coffee, and cheese are not a meal.)
Goes home, thinking about food. Receives a text from a client who wants to meet early the next day. Will have to go to bed early again. Is only able to steal a few bites before needing to bathe, and then going off to bed. (Satisfying my sleeping requirements is more important to me than satisfying an angry stomach. I'll feed you tomorrow! There's Japanese in the fridge!) Eventually understands that I need to do some form of meal prepping if my days are always busy like this.
Receives a text in the middle of the night. Client can't make it.
ACE Certified Personal Trainer, NSCA Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist, nutrition coach, young adult author, moody ballerina.
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The views expressed on this blog are entirely my own. Any advice I offer is not to be taken as medical advice. If you think you have contraindications to exercise, please see your physician before implementing any sample workout plans I present on this blog.
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