Well, I decided to put the money where my mouth is. Literally. After many months of talking about it, research, and deciding whether I would have the time, I sent away for my books and training tools in order to obtain my personal trainer’s certification.
There’s a lot that goes into it. A friend of mine (who I find to be rather intelligent) informed me that she has been certified, and the test was HARD. I’ve also heard horror stories of people needing to re-take the test 2 or 3 times, because it’s just a really difficult test to take.
And the test isn’t cheap.
So, the other day I mentioned my new plans to a few people, and I got the elevator look. You know how men like to look a woman up and down? Elevator eyes? That’s pretty much what I got. I’m sure I was being sized up. Literally. I’m not sure if I passed muster with them, but here’s the deal: I’m not a size 2. I’m a healthy woman, who wants to teach other individuals how to be healthy. This may mean a size 2, or a size 12. No body comes in a cookie cutter form.
My goal is to inform others. To show them different routines and work outs that they can achieve from anywhere, even at home. You don’t need to go to an expensive gym. You don’t have to leave your house, or worry about working out while your kids are around. It’s attainable, and it’s for real. It means needing to think a little outside the box at times, but it can be done!
And it will be done! As soon as I crack open one of these heavy books and start studying… wish me luck!!!!