Gym Rat Discipline/Corrective Action

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.

Moonlighting as a Gym Rat

Name: Jennifer
Job title: Gym Rat
Employer: The Gym
Status: Part-time, 15 hours per week
Salary: Fitness and health
To pay off a creditor: My body

I’ve begun thinking about my time at the gym as my new part-time job. I was adding up the hours it takes and realized anew that it’s a serious commitment. Here’s our typical weeknight gym schedule:

8:15pm – pack bags and drinks for the gym
8:40pm – leave for the gym
9pm – begin working out (after putting stuff in lockers, tightening laces, etc.)
10:30pm – spend time in the steam room, then shower
11:15pm – head home
11:45pm – in bed
7am – wake up time (I do well with a good 7 hours of sleep)

With travel, showering and everything else, that’s about 3 hours per day x 5 times a week = 15 hours per week!

I’ve had to get a job as a gym rat because my body is in terrible debt. I’ve been withdrawing from my body account which has had a serious deficit for years.

The creditors—my heart, the cholesterol in my veins, my BMI—have come a knockin’ and it’s time to pay up before the grim reaper shows up at my door.

There’s something powerful about thinking of going to the gym as a job. Because going to work isn’t a choice. It’s a necessity. You need your job to pay the bills, put food on the table, and have the bank to have some fun once in a while.

Sure, occasionally you can call in sick or take a vacation day, but in general it’s a consistent, regular thing. You have no choice in the matter. I owe, I owe, so off to work I go!

In the beginning it’s a matter of survival, living paycheck to paycheck. Once your body is no longer in physical debt, then you get to start a savings account. Those reserves will give you more strength and endurance, allowing you to do more active and fun things. The savings will also stave off serious illness. Plus, you’ll look pretty awesome, too.

You’ll feel more alive than you’ve ever felt. It’s a good gig!

It’s my day off today (Sunday). I’ll be back at my part-time job tomorrow night.

What helps you get your body to the gym, day after day?