I Love My Job

I Love My Job

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I have great clients. They can be the best part of the life a personal fitness trainer. They are motivated, interested, and pay attention to what I have to say. I consider myself a kind of teacher of good health and love disseminating information on the benefits of nutrition and exercise. While we all know about the importance of eating right and gym workouts, some just pay lip service to it. I am a constant reminder in this blog of keeping the wheel of health turning. I want you to be the best you can be. It takes some vigilance and supervision, so here I am. Get up and start moving!

It is fun to let you know about the daily life of a trainer in this blog. If you are in the business, you can share experiences. If not, you may want to take on this role at some point to help others. I can’t stress how important it is to maintain good relationships with your clients. They are the lifeblood of your business. Some really stand out. For example, I have a new one who brings a heavy backpack full of workout clothing and gear. I wonder why he wants to tote it all back and forth. I can see that it has affected his stress levels and most of all his back. He is close to the point of real injury and I need to talk to him about this. Here is an example of counseling at work.

I sat him down and gave him my best “listen to me” look. I talked about the dangers of overloading the back muscles on a continual basis and shared a Facebook page with him that had some more tips. He could either make the backpack lighter or carry it in a better way. He understood but insisted on bringing everything to our sessions nonetheless. I didn’t want to pry any further, but I got my point across. The next time I saw him, the backpack was significantly lighter and he was not straining under the effort. I praised his good sense and suggested a series of massages to relieve the sore muscles.

After another week passed, I had a session with my client during which I noticed that he did not wince when we performed certain exercises. The massages had worked wonders. Now that he was in better shape, having a lighter backpack would not do further damage. I always wondered, however, what on earth had been in that tote. When he went to get a towel, I took a quick, sneaky peek. There were some small weights inside, the kind you use to tone up the arms. We had them in the gym, of course, and he didn’t need another set. I was nonplussed. Why carry something that will destroy your back if you don’t have to. I had to say something.

Upon his return, I gave him a lecture and made him remove the weights immediately. He complied with a smile, and we proceeded to have our session.