I always wonder what people do—for a living, for fun, for exercise. I wonder how they spend their time, what they spend money on and in general what is important to them.
These thoughts are always in the back of my mind, but I really got thinking about it when I left the post office earlier. I saw a woman get out of her car that had some eyelash decals attached to the headlights. I couldn’t help but stare and think, Wow, she spent money on that?
When I was younger and didn’t understand things like this I’d ask my mom, and her explanations were sort of mild. Even if I understood what she was getting at, chances are, it wasn’t the answer I wanted. I wanted her to share in my feelings about he absurdity of whatever caught my attention. My comments continued, and after a while mom would say, “To each their own.” She’s right I guess.
Everyone passes judgment and what’s important to me, may not be important to others. Training, family, and learning are what matters.
As a strength and conditioning coach I can train almost whenever I want. The weight room is my second home. I can’t complain at all about my job. Every day I go to work in sneakers, sweats or shorts and a t-shirt. My office hardly feels like an office. Pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Kirk Karwoski, Ronnie Coleman and Ivan Chakarov hang on the walls. There are piles of notebooks, workouts, Internet articles and magazines on the desks and shelves. Most people would think it’s messy. I like to think of it as organized chaos. Usually, I know where things are and if I can’t find something it’s likely I threw it out because clutter drives me nuts.
When I’m not in the office, I’m coaching teams, training or watching others train. It might not always be “fun” but it’s never boring. With different workouts for each team, different kinds of athletes for each sport, and a different kind of appreciation for lifting from the athletes, there’s always something to consider.
The energy some teams bring to the weight room makes me want to train. When kids are maxing I want them to hit a new PR so bad that sometimes I care more then they do. I love teaching lifts and seeing athletes improve over the course of their career. This year’s graduating class will be the first that I’ve coached from freshman to seniors and that’s pretty cool.
It makes me think of my time as a college athlete and my training now. I loved lifting when most of my teammates saw it as something they had to do. Now, those teammates wish they had something or someone to keep them accountable. It’s funny how people don’t appreciate things like having a strength coach or being a college athlete, until they no longer have it or the experience is over.
Fortunately, it’s never ended for me—I will always be an athlete, I will always train, and I still have a coach. I look forward to lifting and on the days I may not feel like it, I do it anyway because it’s important.