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After a nearly ten year long chapter in my book of life, the time has come to say “see ya later” to teaching fitness classes. I taught my very last class this morning at the Council Bluffs YMCA and I absolutely cannot think of a better gym to close out my fitness instructing tenure. These people all showed up in my fave color of BLACK, with smiles on their faces, ready to get their butts handed to them as I dished out a mashup of all my FAVE moves.

Even the slackers killed it. ❤

I know for most, this isn’t much of a thing. But this thing is HUGE for me and I am not sure I am emotionally QUITE ready for this chapter to end, however, professionally and personally it’s time.

With a career shift (I am still in higher education but have switched institutions and programming size), comes great opportunity, and I am eager to spend my time really digging deep into strengthening programs that cater to our under-served student population and bridging the gap between secondary and post-secondary education across the Metro area.

Some really exciting stuff, guys!

But, with that, comes sacrifice!

My fitness instructing career began clear back in 2002 in my hometown fitness facility and after a brief hiatus in between my move to the City, I held positions with 24 Hour Fitness, Gold’s Gym, IWCC, and the Omaha Metro YMCA, specifically with the Council Bluffs branch.

I LOVE(D) it.

❤

Teaching fitness classes in the city opened up the door to my stint as a national fitness trainer as a Master Trainer for BBLive, which provided an incredible opportunity to meet fitness minded folks from all across the U.S. and within my territory of Iowa and Nebraska. (You can read more of my Master Trainer life here and here).

I still to this day talk to Sarah (second from right) at minimum once per week. The friendship built through MT’ing was a gift in and of itself.

And the HUNDREDS of people I had the great privilege of training over the course of two years was such an incredible journey.

To close this chapter is pretty sentimental. But, to close it with the YMCA folks who have been with me for nearly FIVE YEARS at the same time, same day, is something I will cherish to the end.

The CB-YMCA is where the Slacker Corner was formed:

And where I earned the OFFICIAL rights to be the Supervisor of them all:

It’s where I learned time and time again that age is just a number and mental strength always perseveres.

It’s where I got to know members on a deeper level and held the honor of celebrating their milestones and achievements in their health and wellness journey (here’s looking at YOU Randy in your incredible journey to doing a BURPEE in class with us)

The folks at CB-YMCA learned to live with me through all my costume themed classes and endless photo opportunities:

The CB-YMCA is where we celebrated members, turned family, and fought with them battles never before imagined:

We celebrated BIRTHDAY’s and HOMECOMINGS in a BIG way:

They chastised me with signs, questionable words under their breath and always with splashes of humor:

And celebrated with me my LOVE of all things BLACK:

We grew together as a family as we left the old for the new:

And banded together to overcome not only the end of the workouts, but life’s ever waving highs and lows.

Class was more than class. It was (and will continue to be) a time of togetherness, camaraderie and love.

In my reflection over the last several years, I see grit, tenacity, passion, exhaustion, fear, triumph and happiness. I gave it my all and I sure hope every class, every trainee, every one-timer and every regular truly felt the love I had in teaching and took away something from their experiences.

Putting that mic on brings out a side of me that is a rarity. Taking the microphone off for the very last time this morning has left a void, but I know, in my heart of hearts, I WILL be back again one day in front of the class. Let’s just call it a cliff hanger with a sequel to be determined. And I am sticking around on the sub list so I can get my “fix” on the occasion… 😉

Until then, I am going to continue my participation at a gym I attend as a participant (here’s looking at you, Edge Body Bootcamp) that challenges me physically and mentally every single day. It’s my personal happy place. Fitness is a LARGE part of who I am and what makes me happy. It is not something I will ever let go. I live for the challenge it places on me. It’s my own personal competition and I am my own opponent. I friggin’ LIVE for it.

So, on that note…

Here is a CHEERS to my run in fitness instructing. It’s been fun!

Until next time…

Life as a Master Trainer

I’ve always had an interest in instructing and mentoring. I was deeply invested in being a Cheer and Dance team coach. I lived for the big concert moments as a teacher, watching my students play their instruments with pride and joy. I love teaching fitness classes. And as a Master Trainer, I am now combining all those little worlds into something bigger than I had ever even imagined.

The homework. The planning. The preparation. The networking. The outreach. The partnerships. The agreements. The marketing. The branding. The conference calls. The hours of work at night after an already 8 hour day in my career and two fitness classes under the belt. There are sacrifices. There are hours of missed sleeps.

But, with all of that comes accomplishment. There is reward. There is fulfillment. There is a sense of self. There is pride. There is opportunity. There is passion. There is pure joy. There is nothing I want to do more.

Being an MT means helping people achieve their bucket list item of becoming a fitness instructor.

It means pushing people beyond their physical limits and showing them what they TRULY can do when they put their mind and heart to it.

It means helping instill a different level of appreciation for the human body and how it functions.

It means helping teach the importance of community and family in a Group X classroom and how to create it.

Truly create it.

Being a Master Trainer is more then just certifying instructors. It’s days and hours of heart and soul. It’s walking into an 8 hour certification as strangers and leaving as a family. It’s taking all of their fears, doubts and nerves and changing them to goals, accomplishments and excitement. Each certification I learn more about myself. I become more self-aware. I reflect for hours and days following a certification on how I can make the next one even better then the last. On how I can help these individuals who have just put all of their trust into little ol’ me to help make THEM the best they can be before they go out to the world and instruct their own classes.

Being a Master Trainer is far more then I ever imagined.

And to just think…

this is just the beginning.

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