When I first started going to the gym I watched, with judging eyes, at these people standing there barking orders at red faced, sweaty, trainees. As I stared at them, I thought to myself, “I am never going to be one of those people. I do not want someone standing over me telling me what to do!”
Then I started to see a difference in myself. Not a lot, but enough of difference that I changed my views on how I wanted to move forward.
I was gonna need me one of them trainers and I was going to have to plan it out perfectly.
I started to do a self evaluation… and let me tell you, that was rough.
- I hated to work too hard
- I hated to push myself
- I hated to sweat
- I hated the idea of someone telling me what to do
- I hated the idea of failing
- I hated the idea of having a push over for a trainer
A lot of issues to overcome for someone who was going to be my trainer. A. LOT.
So, as I worked out, I listened to each of the trainers as they talked to their trainee, how they motivated them, even their body language when a trainee started to shut down. All of that mattered as I made my list of pros and cons of each trainer in the gym.
After the list of things about me, I made a list of what the trainer had to be and couldn’t be, all in the same list:
- could not be a push over – for sure
- could not get distracted (because I would get them to talk and forget that I wasn’t doing any working out)
- had to be able to push me, but know when it really was too much for me
- had to know when it WASN’T too much for me
- could not show disappointment, even when it was there
A lot of things a trainer had to do, and since I was being honest with myself #5 was the highest on my list. I knew – even before I started – that I would spend enough time being disappointed in myself, that I didn’t need to see it from a trainer.
I used this criteria to watch even closer at the trainers, and there were a few I had to rule out immediately. Some because they seemed like pushovers, one that seemed to do a lot of talking and no paying attention to the trainee doing really bad sit ups, and even one who wore every emotion he had right there on his face.
I just kept going back to Mr T… He had a business face. Like poker could have been a side business. He kept a level head when talking to his trainees. Never heard him change the tone in his voice. Even watched him work out with a trainee now and then. Yup, he was the one I needed. He wasn’t going to take my shit and I knew he was going to make me work for it.
It has been longer than I would like since I got bossed around by him… or got that sly smile when he smarted off to me knowing I wouldn’t say anything in return for fear of being made to do EXTRA work… but when I am at the gym, he is in my head. He reminds me what I am there for and how hard I really have worked.
Seeing him at the gym tonight was boost. I needed that! Until I get back to being the bossed-around-trainee again, I will continue to do as he taught me. To work on getting stronger, and if I fall, just to get back up. Thank you, Mr T!