![]() Well, I knew something was really wrong when I invested over $5000 of my own hard-earned money in online courses, books, and Perform Better seminars and their tactics didn’t work at my company. “Maybe,” I thought, “I could get better at what I do.” “But I’m not sure right now.” Another one was put off by my pricing model and declined. One golf coach said this might be something he’s interested in the future. I emailed every single Top 100 PGA instructor. Then I tried calling and emailing sites for partnerships. I offered free trials and several people stiffed me - didn’t even leave me a testimonial and never responded to my emails. (If you really want it, that’s great, but just know it’s a hard path.) My mentor was the strength coach for a Division-I university… and was on welfare. Working from 5am to 8pm for people who don’t care about you because you’re so replaceable. ![]() The path was not what I expected: if you want to be a real college or pro strength coach, the road is pitiful. I’m telling you this because I was confused as shit and doing this on my dime.įinally, I got three offers to become a strength coach intern. I even randomly met Clay Matthews.īut I’m not telling you this to show “how great I am.” (I’ll tie in this story at the end.) I visited campus upon campus. I Skype-called an EPL coach minutes before kickoff… to the Super Bowl. I had a beer one of the best soccer strength coaches in the MLS. I cold-emailed over 50 strength coaches in the US, Asia, and Europe to learn. “I’m going to follow my dream and become a strength coach.” So I emailed people. It didn’t help that neither of my parents had faith in me. The year before that, I was mopping floors and cleaning toilets as a janitor for Results Fitness. And why should I think this would get any better? I was working for peanuts, running across the street during any gaps in my schedule to write, and running back to train until 9pm. ![]() I wanted to write for fitness magazines… but the only thing I could muster was a few, free guest posts that were sometimes attacked by douchebag commenters. What the fuck am I missing?Īt the time, I was working for a commercial gym that didn’t value its employees and clients. I was fed up with how internet trainers continuously put self-serving updates about how great they were, how great their clients were, half-naked pictures, and - like - shit about cats. I was fed up with being a “knowledgable trainer” (their words, not mine), but making $700 a paycheck. I was fed up with the fitness industry, which I was struggling to succeed in.įor as much I was learning, I hated how negligent trainers around me were making more money, getting better clients, moving up, etc. I was fed up with my career path and my direction. The truth is, about one year ago, I was secretly dealing with depression, endlessly thinking about quitting my job, and fed up with everything. This article is best paired with this song.
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