Miscellaneous Musings of the Month: August 2012 Edition

Happy September, everyone. Summer is reaching its end and the kids are heading back to school. This transitional period applies not only to them but myself as well. I've had to make the move from waking up at a leisurely 9a.m. to duct taping my eyelids open at 4a.m. to get to work at my new job. (On a side note, can I just say how pumped I am that I don’t have to deal with school anymore?) I’ve been busy taking care of life logistics the past few weeks, which explains my dearth of articles as of late. Hope you can excuse that for now. I’ve got a whole list of topics lined up for the upcoming months, however... so be on the lookout for that!

Here’s a hodgepodge of happenings and thoughts from the month of August.

  • Are we friends on Facebook yet? If not, why not? I’m looking to connect with anyone and everyone even remotely interested in fitness. If this is you, let’s be FB official:) Oh, and you get bonus points if you’re a pug lover, too.
  • Last Thursday was the conclusion of my time as an intern at Cressey Performance. I’ll leave the details for another post, but for now, let’s just say that I don’t think I could have learned to be as confident of a coach as I am had I worked anywhere else this summer. The past few months have absolutely flown by, and I’m eager for everything that lies ahead. I’ve packed up all my belongings and will be moving to a new apartment to live life as a grown up working a real, full-time job for the first time in my life. Overwhelmed? Sure. Excited? Without a doubt.
  • Training video of the month. This PR took place this past Saturday as I was surrounded by a bunch of fitness peeps. The energy was uber high on the training floor and my glutes were twitching for some work. Bret wanted me to hit 265 x 8 in 6 months; I surpassed that in less than 2. Re-watching the video, I could have gotten better ROM there but I'm still happy with it. Regardless, I guess my glutes are kind of strong, eh?
  • Girl Talk, you know what’s up. If you haven’t heard of this DJ yet, you’re missing out. Props to Neal, a client at CP, for introducing the entire gym to this workout gem. I’ve honestly never heard anything like it and was hooked within the first few seconds. He’s known for his digital mashups. I really don’t know much about this guy except for the fact that he kicks major ass. I’m told you can get all his work for free here. Are you a fan? I’m a fan.
  • I’m constantly amused by the degree to which people on the Internet don’t read. By this I mean that they will start to read an article, look at one sentence that jumps out at them, and then go ape shit as they make asinine assumptions left and right and get all angry for no reason. If you’re really going to spend your spare time furiously typing away and flinging profanities at someone over the Internet you don’t even know, I think you need some better hobbies. You know, like knitting, basket weaving, counting the hairs on your head. At least you’d be doing something productive. “Hey grandkids, when I was your age, I was an Internet warrior. I absolutely e-slayed these jerks online.” - said no one ever.
  • Are you on Fitocracy yet? If you’re not, what the heck are you waiting for? Click here to sign up. The Fitocracy team has recently been working their booties off to put together a whole new look - and now people are calling it the new Facebook of sorts. Seriously, it’s pretty awesome. Check it out. It’s easy and, uhh, addictive. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
  • I’ve been asked over and over where in the world I am now that my internship at Cressey Performance is over and what I’m up to. Most people assume that I’ve headed back to California to find work closer to home. Truth be told, I accepted a job offer not too long ago to join the staff at Tyler English Fitnessas a strength coach. It’s a funny story how that whole opportunity came about, but let’s just say that I fell in love with the place as soon as I stepped into the facility, and to land that job was almost too good to be true. So from now on, I’m residing in the quaint little town of Avon, Connecticut and slowly getting used to the idea of being a New Englander. I owe all my thanks to Tyler English, his girlfriend Lindsay, and the rest of the staff for being so welcoming. Please stop by if you’re ever in the area (about 20 miles west of Hartford) and hop in on a metabolic group conditioning class - I promise you will leave with the biggest smile on your life.
    Tyler English Fitness - my new second home  Tyler English Fitness - my new second home
  • Lastly, before I wrap this up, I want to address something that’s been directed at me quite a bit lately. Many seem a bit taken back when they learn that I’m willing to go anywhere in the world - and cut short any leisure time I may have planned out - for the sake of my career. Let me tell you something: what I do is not just a career to me. It’s not about getting a paycheck so I can live comfortably and make enough money to justify owning 10 pairs of Lululemon yoga pants (though to be fair, that is tempting). And it’s certainly not about one-upping others. Fitness and everything even remotely related to it - my writing, modeling, competing, coaching, consulting, social media-ing - stems from a place of passion. When you’re passionate about something and you truly love it from the depths of your heart, it doesn’t feel like work. What may look like insanity to others is perfectly normal to you. Getting up at what should be illegally early hours, coaching all day, staying late after work to get in a training session, then stumbling home to meet that writing deadline I’ve set for myself - that’s me. I’m proud of who I am, everything that I do, and all that I’ve accomplished thus far. You may think I’m crazy (or stupid, even) because I’m willing to move across the country on my own and start my life over from scratch all for the sake of fitness, but you know what? At the end of the day, straddling that line between stupidity and insanity may be a risk, but it's what’s going to separate the winners and the losers. And don’t forget... this is my life.