So, this week I’ve come to a decision. Well, actually, it was a couple of weeks ago, but this is for the purpose of the blog. My decision is job-related, or rather career related. My wife Julz didn’t laugh at me, so it can’t be all that bad. It is related to this blog and my current hobby/obsession: weightlifting.
So… the decision. For the last six months, my wife has been pushing me to decide what kind of career I wanted to do; something I actually WANTED to do. The job I was at, I was there for fifteen years, and it wasn’t the greatest in the world. It was good money for what it was, but that was it, it paid the bills, it wasn’t a career unless you went into the upper echelons of the company. Which I didn’t want to do.
I think I had got to a point where I was, to use other parlance, institutionalised. My wife kept asking “what do you want to do, you hairy weirdo”. Honestly, she put a gun to my head and everything, and I was on my knees sobbing like a little girl, “I don’t know!”
I really didn’t!
Fifteen years of factory work, I was used to that and nothing else, despite prior experience. I genuinely couldn’t think of anything I wanted to do professionally. So it was that several weeks ago, I restarted my fitness “Journey”, and it suddenly slapped me in the face. Why not a career in fitness?
Of course, I immediately thought of how I was such an idiot! I mean, I’m obese, nobody is going to look at me and go, “oh yeah he’s a personal trainer”. Are they? But that’s okay. I need to get qualified, learn the trade, all of that, before I can be considered a trainer of any sort.
I’ve already started on the learning, enrolling in a few free starter courses on the Open University’s website, as well as trawling through the videos of fitness Youtubers I’m fans of: the Buff Dudes, The Lean Machines, Ryan Terry, and Jeff Cavaliere. There’s so much information in there, that it’s hard not to learn anything.
My only worry is what people will think.
My family will laugh, I’m sure of it, if they read this. It’s completely left-field not just for me, but for the family. At least, I don’t think there’s anyone out there like that, except my “England’s Strongest Disabled Woman” sister.
Finally, a Decision
So there you have it. I want to be a personal trainer, or a physio. Anything related to that. Okay, it’s not necessarily specific, but it’s a career I want to head towards.
My wife is just happy I’ve made a decision.
Actually, her reaction was, “Thank fuck for that.”