How did I become a personal trainer? Well, it all started when I burpeed out of my mother’s womb…..
Nah. In reality, I didn’t appreciate hoisting heavy things in they air until over two decades later. While it is true that I adore burpees, love workouts that leave me looking like the Swamp Thing, and I definitely feel the rush that comes from pushing myself, none of these are the reason why I got into fitness.
My journey began in elementary school, when I loved lifting ice cream bars far more than dumbbells. This is to say, I was the “fat kid.” Luckily, by middle school, I started watching what I ate, moving more and the weight started to come off. Though my pant size changed, the image of who kids called “a beached whale” stuck with me. Those words scarred.