All things will pass in time.

I've just returned form a 5-day sojourn in Georgia to see my boyfriend graduate from ranger school after 12 weeks. I remember dropping him off at Camp Rodgers three months ago, feeling hopeless on my drive back home because I couldn't possibly fathom surviving the next few months without him around. Crazy to think that I was still living in Connecticut at the time. I've since been hired at one of the top gyms in America, made the move to the Big Apple, and continued to expand my business - all things I didn't think I'd be able to do without my man to help me (or at least listen to me whine). But it's now three months later and he's back in the real world. I'm alive and well; he's alive and kind of skinny but otherwise healthy.

Looking back from the other side, I have to smile and remind myself that no matter how hard things may seem, all things will pass in time. These past 12 weeks were perhaps the hardest and emotionally tumultuous I've had to endure in a while, but I'm glad we went through it and now it's over with. It all feels like a bad dream now.

 Me and my man back together after 3 months of no contact. Happy :) 
Me and my man back together after 3 months of no contact. Happy :)

Rangers lead the way.

My fitness goals… are in limbo. 

I'm back to lifting after a two-week training break and I have to say it feels so good to be back. I hit up a quick 40-minute lower body session yesterday and I'm feelin' me some good DOMS today. For those of you who missed it on my Facebook page, here's what I did:

A1. Kettlebell goblet squats 4x10 (62lbs)
A2. Single-leg kettlebell Romanian deadlifts 4x10ea (44lbs)
B. Single-leg hip thrusts 3x12-15ea (35lbs)

That was the strength portion, which took me 28 minutes to get through. And then I tagged on a finisher at the end:

A1. Kettlebell swings 10x10 (44lbs)
A2. Burpees 10x10

These were completed every minute on the minute for 10 rounds straight. I like this one because it's fast and hard and I know that I'll be done in exactly 10 minutes.

The above was what I would call a blanket training session. I didn't have a specific goal in mind. I simply craved feeling strong again, and the conditioning session I added on because I wanted to sweat a little (a lot). Given my recent shoulder injury diagnosis (all sorts of imbalances and weaknesses up the wazoooo), I've had to modify my training quite a bit and put a lot of things on the backburner - including my beloved heavy deadlifts and pull-ups.

So where to go from here? I'm not sure. I'll be spending a good amount of time in rehab, nursing my neglected stabilizer muscles and probably finally getting around to practicing yoga on a regular basis. It doesn't make sense to set strength goals currently - unless I'm talking about getting my glutes stronger, which should be everyone's goal all the time… not that I'm biased or anything - so I'm thinking of investing the mental energy normally allotted for my physical training into other endeavors. Namely my writing, my clients, growing my business, and loving on my lil' snuggly pup.

Where we goin', mommy?
"Where we goin', mommy?"

In a way, I guess I'm kind of relieved that I have to pull back the reigns on my training. I've spent so much time over the past couple of years sculpting my body in the gym that I've neglected my mental health. Managing my stress and quieting the incessant thunderstorm inside my mind will be nice for a change.

Haters gon' hate.

I have to keep reminding myself that there will always be people who go out of their way and spend their own time trying to undermine you, no matter how good your intentions may be. I'm a sensitive person by nature, so it's taken me a while to grow a hard shell to others' criticisms, and I know that as I move forward it's only going to get tougher. I do my best not to waste my thoughts and energy who needless spread negativity and rumors. The one person who really comes to mind is Layne Norton, who's got a tremendous following but also is attacked left and right by individuals who are butthurt by his crusade against slaying gurus who have complete disregard for people's mental and physical health for the sake of making money. He laughs, he brushes it off, he moves on. You have to respect that.

Thanks to my best friend Melissa, who sent this to me in the midst of a particularly trying day. 
Thanks to my best friend Melissa, who sent this to me in the midst of a particularly trying day.

Carry on. I'm amused.

Certification does not equate qualification and vice versa. 

I'm not sure how this is still a recurring topic that comes up in the fitness industry, but I feel like it's something that should be addressed, even if just for a minute here. I know Registered Dietitians and Nutritionists who have prescribed downright unhealthy methods to their clients. On the flip side, I can name a number of people who may have no relevant certification whatsoever who have achieved fantastic results with their clients all while keeping them healthy, happy, and sane. Dismissing someone as unqualified simply because he or she is not a Registered Dietitian - or a certified personal trainer or what have you - is not only ignorant but also rather asinine. If this were really the case, then I suppose the large majority of the top fitness professionals are illegitimate, no? This reminds me a lot of my piece on correlation vs. causation.

[Tweet "When it really comes down to it, people don't care what certifications you have."] In other words, they don't care how much you know; they care how much you care.

It really is the little things.

Many times, I find myself getting lost in the day-to-day blur of hustling in New York City. It's a constant race for me to make it through the entire checklist by day's end, and I often become so laser focused on my work that I forget to stop and smell the metaphorical roses.

I'm trying to change that. I've always been somewhat of a neurotic type-A crazy freak (and now I give you permission to call me that as well) prone to crumbling every few months from the ever-mounting stress I place on myself. And when I'm feeling overwhelmed, I let the seemingly daunting tasks in front of me consume me completely.

But just earlier today, I was walking down Broadway - strolling to a further subway stop to take advantage of the gorgeous weather - and I spotted a Coffee Bean that made me stop me in my tracks. Coffee Bean. Brings me memories of the days of Malaysia back in '96. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been in a Coffee Bean, so naturally I had to walk in an order myself an iced coffee. Such a small thing, yet it made me feel so… content. It made my day.

Little cup of happiness.

It's the little things that make a difference. Oh and also, Coffee Bean > Starbucks.

I'm terrible with multitasking.

In the time I've spent writing up this post, I've checked my phone about half a dozen times, added things to my to-do list three times, and clicked away to work on another article twice. It's a good thing there's no WiFi in here because who knows what I'd be doing right now otherwise. I need to get back to focusing on one thing at a time. Again.

I love my clients.

That's it, that's all. I'm bursting at the seams to brag about all of them, but for the sake of respecting their privacy, let's just say that they're all unique in their own way and they're kicking ass. One has lost 5 inches off her waist in two weeks after I essentially doubled her food intake. Another hasn't binged in over 3 months with me after fighting the demon for years. I find so much pleasure in connecting with each and every one of them and knowing I've made a positive impact on their lives. I never want to lose this human touch with them - and if you're a coach who's reading this, I sincerely hope from the bottom of my heart that you continue to make your clients feel like they matter to you.