Behind the glamorous life of a fitness professional lies... whatever the opposite of glamorous is.
One of my favourite lines lies in the So you want to become a personal trainer brochure is "choose your own hours".
There is some element of truth to that statement: you can choose your own hours as long as those hours are a triple split shift when your services are most in demand: before-normal-person-working-hours, in the middle-of-normal-person-working-hours, and after-normal-person-working-hours.
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If you want the tired truth, here it is:
5:12am: Wake up.
5:10am = too early.
5:15am = too late.
Morning minutes are valuable. They are like dog-years. Every minute before dawn you can save is the equivalent of 7 afternoon minutes. Or something.
5:30am: Drive in the dark to my first class of the day.
Only one headlight is working. Drive with fog lights on instead. Survive.
5:45am: Start first classes of the day.
Teach 3 x reform Pilates classes at 5:45am, 6:45am, and 7:45am.
8:30am: Life-saving sustenance.
I grab coffee before my next class: THE BIGGEST long black with a dash of milk. The first sip is heaven, the final sip 5 hours later not so much. But… caffeine. In the hour before my next class (BODYPUMP) I cram choreography. To be fair, I learned it yesterday, but the short-term memory cramming makes me feel more confident. Realise I didn’t learn the core track. Don’t have it in my soul to learn it now, so just sneak in the one I taught last week.
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