Inspired

So I've been inspired. Finally.

My sister started keeping a blog because she's going to be a famous photographer someday. So I'm going to start keeping up with mine because she's my older sister and everything she does is cool, and thus I want to have one too. Needless to say it will be nowhere near as artistic as hers and probably not half as entertaining, but maybe it will at least inspire you to work out. Or something.

I realized today that more than I miss the paycheck of personal training, I really miss the actually doing it. I miss the people I trained, spending all day in the gym, seeing the same people come at the same time every day and do the same 500 bicep curls in front of the mirror and wonder why they've stopped getting bigger. I miss people asking me for workouts or why their this hurts or their that feels weaker. I miss making up crazy intense workouts that make you wonder why you ever dragged yourself to the gym in the first place.

Realizing this gives me a little bit of hope for my future too. I've spent the last four years trying to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life and have been too scared I'll get bored with whatever I choose to want to commit to it for real (as in, get a full time job doing it). But I think personal training is different. For a year and a half, I never once didn't want to go to work. Never. Not one single time did I ever wish that a session would be over sooner. And I can't say that about any other job I've ever worked.

So maybe I have a future after all. In something other than watching ABC re-runs.