I almost lost my job as a Gym Rat last week. My manager (my husband) had to walk away from me, he was so pissed off. If he’d have written me up, it would have said something like this: “Crappy attitude. Doesn’t follow instructions. Doesn’t adhere to safety protocols. Not a team player.”
I don’t like to be told what to do. It’s not an attractive quality about me, especially when I’m not an expert at the work I’m doing. I find it almost impossible not to get defensive. It’s hard to listen and keep my mouth shut.
I could blame it on the delivery. Why can’t he say it more nicely? Why can’t he handle my feelings with kid gloves? But the bottom line is, I wasn’t in the mood to work out. Wasn’t in the mood to be critiqued, guided, or directed.
Weight lifting is an art. There is focus, form and coordination involved. If you don’t do it correctly, you’re just wasting your time, achieving no results. Or worse, you could hurt yourself. Badly.
I don’t want to quit. I need my husband’s help and his years of experience in the gym. If I have a good attitude and am open to learning new things, our extremely effective partnership at the gym will be a success. Not to mention free from serious injury.
We need each other to stay committed to being healthy and fit. We can do this!
Off we go right now. It’s cardio night.