[WO]MAN in the ARENA…..?

It was less than a week after I came back from the IDEA Personal Trainers Convention.  The conference had been awesome. (Side note: If you are a trainer and have not been, GO!) I met some awesome people, fantastic role models, and was inspired to keep growing as a fitness professional. I networked, learned, and bought some new fitness tools.  But, now I was back home and knew I wasn’t growing. I was stuck. I wasn’t exactly happy. And that bothered me.  


My dream job is to be a tactical trainer. To train those who selflessly give to protect us every day. To make them better and stronger, not only physically but mentally as well.  To build resilience. I’ve had a few friends and workout buddies who were soldiers, firefighters, and police officers. I have a great respect for what they do and the physical, mental, and emotional demands of their jobs.

But that was not what I was doing. And I was complacent. And that is a dangerous place to be. 

Less than a week after the conference, I got a text from a military workout buddy with this quote (emphasis mine):

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.      -Theodore Roosevelt

For me, reading those words, pushed me to the point where I needed to make a change. I left the job, I had to pursue my dreams. I made connections. I am still making connections. I’m studying for the TSAC-facilitator certification. I made a Facebook page. I started this blog.

It wasn’t an easy move to make. There were lots of prayers and tears  along the way. I’m sure there will be more to come.  But one day, that dream will be reality (I’m a stubborn first born, type A personality :-) ).

Before you finish reading this and either yell “HOOAH!” or turn to run the other way yelling “I’m not that intense! I’m not a soldier. You’re insane!” take a minute to reflect on that quote.

Isn’t that life?

Life isn’t easy. It wasn’t meant to be easy. If I had a dollar for every time I heard “Life got in the way” as I worked the front desk at the gym… well, I wouldn’t need to be working the front desk. But it does. Kids get sick. We get sick. There is an extra meeting at work. Our coworker brings us a dozen of our favorite donuts to sabotage our healthy eating. We move away from friends and family. Loved ones pass away…. The list goes on and on. But it is while you are in the midst of those trials and busy schedules, that you find who you REALLY are.  Do you throw in the towel or do you press on?  

And that is why this blog is here. To encourage and motivate you to be better – to help you STRIVE to be a better person, to DEVOTE some time to healthy living,  and to ACHIEVE above and beyond what you thought you could.

I’ve decided to live as the [wo] Man in the Arena. To give 100%. To not be afraid to make mistakes while trying to be great. And to know that if I fail, at least I failed trying to make others great as well.

Will you join me?