Some thoughts. More thoughts than training.
I may no longer be working with a gym, but the job continues. The preparation to return to weightlifting in a few years, continues. The quest, that was set, for a stronger body, doesn’t stop, and will never stop. I’ll rise above this challenge, and though I’ve been “reduced” to a commercial gym, where bands, sandbags, kettlebells aren’t part of the gym’s arsenal, and jumping around like a clown, isn’t likely to be terribly appreciated, I’ll still continue to fight against the odds. The big ****LBS total must be achieved. With my shitty ass bench press thanks to my limbs which are about as long as the length of your mom’s nagging when you got that new tattoo.
While on my short holiday in Kuantan, (a state in Malaysia), I was given the opportunity to reflect on what it is that I’ve learned while being employed. Take note that I’ve worked since I was 18, having taken loans to continue my education and thanks to the government deciding that my daddy’s paycheck was a tad high, they gave me 1/3 of the total education amount. Daddy was a bit of the Kim Jong-Il when it came bringing his children up. He’d say that his responsibility as a father, to supply us with an education and necessities through life has been fulfilled. It’s now time that his kids step up and take the responsibilities as men. Thus he left me to find ways to finance myself through university. Thankfully, I was still allowed to stay home and he gave me a car, so thank the tiny bit of softness in him.
Now in order to raise the money, I had to do something to ensure I would be able to continue going to school. Thus I dabbled in selling things online, blogging for money, working part-time. Now the problem with this is the amount of effort it takes, that clashes with school. And the amount of money school would slash from your pockets the moment it demands fees. So son of a bitch, all that greens collected through the months, would painfully be put into the bloody university’s bank account.
Now I messed up at one point, being 20. Little did I know that, that little mess-up was going to cost me dearly as I progressed in life. I decided, this isn’t the way. All that online selling wasn’t making me enough. Back to the drawing board. My brains has tonnes of training information, but nobody was paying me to train. Problem found. Solution? Marketing. Thanks to that, I began to immerse myself into personal training to help pay the fees. That worked extremely well, even in a small state like Melaka. There actually were people willing to pay.
At 23, thanks to the mess-up at 20, I was 1 year late for graduation. I had 6 subjects. I had one thesis paper which I’ve worked on, for close to a year. I was preparing to compete in the nation’s youth games. Above all, I had to work. Things were tough but I pulled through thankfully. Now what? Work! Was I gonna use my degree? Not a chance. I’m going to the training industry as this was truly what I loved!
So I joined a commercial gym, trained, learned, stepped on a few toes because I was overly passionate about what I was doing. Made plenty of friends nevertheless. So today I’m back in the gym. The last time I was in the gym, was last Wednesday, doing my heavy ass squats. Thankfully someone decided to give me a hand and paid for my gym fees as an appreciation for the help. In return, I’ll have to join him for beers at random hours. *wink wink*. I’ve still got my clients that are pretty happy I quit because then they can train with me after work. They’re actually happiest because I’ve to lower the fees because now we’ll be training in the same gym, as I no longer need to commute to their homes. Yes to the two of you reading this, as promised, we’ll proceed with the deduction beginning this month.
So yes, all in all, life isn’t all that bad. I once again, thank Pushmore very very much, for helping me open up my skills to more people. It was truly a blessing in disguise as I have so much more time, to do…..well basically anything. Write, travel, train, eat, sleep, work! I’m just not that kind that does well in the corporate world and I’ve to identify that simple fact, and do work with my strengths. Certain weaknesses can be corrected, certain weaknesses, aren’t exactly weaknesses.
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