Do you ever wake up and say is this the life I really want to be living. Am I indulging enough? Am I enjoying it as much as I possibly can? Am I seeing all that I can? ...... living all of my seconds mindfully, fully aware and conscious of the moments. Is this as good as it gets? The past year of my life has had an echo in the background sounding those words as my theme song.
Do I want to stay chained to this industry where the reality tv shows make up the monotony of my day. I know the desperate house wives, and the trainers that can be put on those silly lifetime reality shows. Or whatever ridiculous channel it is that hosts the under qualified dramatic faces that pretend to know fitness. The trainers with the big mouths to hide the lack of education, because all they know how to do is put a client on piece of equipment and count to ten.
Then you get to the backstage staff... I say stage because it is a show every day. That's made up of a management team. And there you find the real show. These are the folks who don't want a real job. They don't like offices and paperwork. The so called corporate job. They are looking for a career change. The fitness industry appears glamorous. Pretty faces, seductive advertisements, beautiful hard bodies, the list goes on. It's enchanting until you find your name on a business card and yourself in front of a computer with a spreadsheet filled with numbers laid out in front of you.
The realization is that this is something corporate, glamour fades, the body softens, and there is nothing beautiful about it. David Bowie's anthem Under Pressure, is the song that plays when you walk into the room. It's all you feel. You long for a frozen alcoholic beverage with an umbrella sticking out of it and a tropical beach to match and for your body to look like it belongs on one of those fitness magazines.
Today I walked through my memories. In search of a good story for my blog.
So, here comes the cast of characters:
On your right, you find Tony. He is the ideal for the house wife who gets no attention from her overpaid hubby. Not too tall but, ripped up, dark hair, dark eyes, motorcycle, innocent smile hiding the motive. He's slept with half of the woman in the gym. One of which gave him a little present. The innocent appearance, big blue eyes, and lamb like smile from Mary hid her secret well. She has more miles on her than a 57 Chevy and left him with a pretty little STD.
Then there is Sadie, she has 3 kids, white picket fence, dog, 1.5 million dollar home on the water and a husband that loves her. But love stinks and she's in love with Tony. Who's in love with Lacy. Sadie stalks him. Watches him from the elipticals, from the step mill, on the stretch mat. Waits in the parking lot. Let's every other female in the club know to beware. He can give her nothing. Her husband can give her everything.........everything that she does not want.
Now if you look ahead you will find, Sheila. She's an area manager of sorts. The underfed, blonde, with a tacky wardrobe consisting of purple polyester suits. She and Tony are one in the same in many ways. Ideal exterior, empty interior, lack of any design in the personality department. The only difference is that Tony could only keep up with one sexual escapade at a time. Sheila would have four desserts at once. She loved to sample. Some are club members, others are staff. Never going outside of our environment to shop for a more worldly flavor.
To be continued.....
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