This post is a doozy. It chronicles my journey in realizing how rewarding mediocrity has ultimately led to one big giant FAIL and why I can no longer be a “nice” trainer (if I ever was.) It is a reality check for you, me and everyone who has a goal.
This post covers many years and a lot of ground. It’s about: my college English professor, Yoda, Chad Ochocinco, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tears, hugs and cuddles, directions to Curves, how I am possibly the biggest jerk in my own gym (and why that all equals fast and furious results for you.)
