1. As someone who trains his fair share of women, I’m always curious as to what other professionals in the industry are doing with their female clients; not only from a training perspective, but from a psychological perspective as well. Without coming across as if I’m tooting my own horn too much, I feel fairly confident I have the training component down pat. Week in and week out, the women that train at CP get leaner, stronger, drop f-bombs like sailors, and undoubtedly learn to have an appreciation for what it’s like to train in a conducive environment along side other women who are equally as likely to vomit a little bit in their mouths at the mere sight of a yoga mat.
As it is, I’d be remiss to suggest that I’m less than thrilled by the fact that the likes of Oprah, Tracy Anderson, Jillian Michaels, or any infomercial touting the latest mircle gadget/pill that will allow you to shed 22 lbs in three days all seem to have more “staying power” with the general public. To me at least, all the above do nothing but perpetuate many of the myths and fallacies that keep women from getting results in the first place. High reps/low weight, toning, don’t eat past 6 PM, toning, copious amounts of cardio, toning, dietary fat needs to be avoided at all costs, toning, strength training will make you “big and bulky,” toning, blah blah blah…………….excuse me while I’ll go bang my head against an ice pick. BRB.
Alas, it’s an upward battle and I’m totally getting away from my original thought. As I was saying, while I feel I have a firm grasp on the training component, it’s the psychological aspect of training women that sometimes mystifies me. Which is why I really liked this blog post by Rachel Cosgrove from the other day.
2. This is what happens when you’re a CP client and we send you to go see John Pallof and he says you have the tightest adducors he’s ever seen. Hello Graston………..
3. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to go right out and say it. I went and got a pedicure for the first time in my life yesterday. Now before all you guys start passing judgement, you should know that I was forced, really. And by “forced,” what I really mean is that I was bribed with a meatloaf later on in the day. Either way, I guess that’s what I get for agreeing to spend the afternoon on Newbury Street in downtown Boston. *shrugs*
I’m not going to lie, I was absolutely terrified at first. Especially considering that I had just recently removed a plantars wart the size of Nebraska from the bottom of my left foot. Seriously, it was almost as if a meteor from the planet Krypton smashed into it- and there I was, letting this complete stranger go to town. Alas, it wasn’t that bad, and to make a long story short, afterwards, I redeemed my man-card by catching a fish with my own hands while we strolled through the Boston Gardens. It was prety much the most amazing thing ever.
4. This is the type of text message, Pete, our business manager, gets from some of our athletes who go off to college to start their freshman year and realize that their school’s gym isn’t CP:
No trap bar, no foam roller, and about 40 (expletive) that think they’re strong. Sweeeeet. I’m Spiked and ready to show these (insert expletive here) up.
I wonder what’s going to happen when he realizes that Monday is “National Wear Your Wife Beater While Bench Pressing with Your Fraternity Brother’s Day?”
