It sure is dark in here, ain’t it?
I knew the day I was certified as a N.A.S.M. (National Academy of Sports Medicine) fitness professional at the age of 70, I was never going to be a high fiving, back slapping “get that leg up there, honey” personal trainer.
I have other plans.
When I started weight training in Vietnam, my comrades and I would bench press truck axles because all the mortar rockets were in use.
I started taking my iron pills in earnest when I saw what was happening to the arms of my brothers in arms.
I have been in and out of YMCA’s, Bally’s, LA Fitness centers and assorted sweat holes over the years and I have seen… and heard it all.
My expertise comes from making every fitness and nutrition mistake under the sun….and moon.
I have a right to be wrong. Right? 🙂
I have been fat, skinny, drunk, sober and everything in between. I have had my protuberant belly poked on one too many occasions.
I had to be institutionalized to get off alcohol and prescription medications in 2016. (That’s another story.)
I have been divorced, detoxed, financially decimated and disenfranchised.
Nothing succeeds like excess, I always say.
Starting your fitness journey can be like sitting in a dark room. Or a minefield. You can’t see anything.
You don’t know where the furniture is, you don’t know the layout, you are afraid to step in any direction and you damn sure don’t want to hurt yourself.
So you sit. Deteriorating.
This is where I can be helpful. You can be the beneficiary of my clumsy and unartful attempts at fitness and nutrition.
And my success as an Elder Athlete at 75 years old.
I am the guy who knows where the light switches are because I’ve been in the room before.
I’ve stumbled over the furniture, hit my head, stubbed my toe and howled in pain at the darkness.
But my failures can illuminate your journey.
It did mine.
Physical fitness is a head game. You’re not going to succeed if your head’s not in the game.
It takes more than a note on the mirror to make you fetch your sneakers.
It takes more than a prescription to prevent your chest from sliding down into your drawers.
You need to have a why. As in: Why would you want to leave your comfort zone to work up a sweat?
Why would you head out in the morning to run, or start banging out push ups on an empty stomach for no payoff?
If you are about retirement age or older, your why is staring back at you every morning in the bathroom mirror.
I can help you with more than exercise routines and what to cram in your pie hole.
I can shed some light on your situation.
I can show you why.