Workin’ For It

Yesterday was the big day. After a year of study and memorizing Latin body parts, heart rate equations and muscle configurations for my NationaI Academy of Sports Medicine Certification exam, I headed off to the testing site across town. Phoenix is huge. 20 miles out here is considered “down the street”.

Driving east into the sun in bumper-to-bumper traffic when you absolutely have to be somewhere on time is a fool’s errand. My stomach was in knots. I was already reciting my “life ain’t fair” narrative for when they gave me the bad news at the end of the test.

But I had my Google maps. That little piece of magic that took me all across the country less than two months ago. Door to door. So as I neared my destination and maneuvered myself into the middle of a huge intersection with buildings on every corner, I thought I would expire when my phone said, “You have reached your destination.” Huh? Where? In the middle of an intersection?

Long story short, I made it after running madly through oncoming traffic and almost getting my ticket punched. I ran through every building in the area in a panic. When I finally took my seat in the testing room, I just knew the universe was conspiring against me.

When I woke up this morning, my back was in spasm and my lips were all broken out. Usually I would go into a mild depression, but not today, because I passed my exam to be a certified personal trainer after a year of work and study at 71. Life ain’t so bad after all.

These days, I actually don’t mind being called “certifiable”…. that much. 🙂

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  1. Certifiable you are!!! Congrats Bobby. Proud of you but not at all surprised. Not the most difficult thing you’ve ever done, but a great example of showing the young pups. Good luck translating this! Dr. Steve