It seems that in these days of high technology and the Internet that the virtual gym is in vogue. Anyone who has ever lifted a dumbbell and can use a keyboard sets up a website and is instantly a coach or trainer. How frustrating that must be for those who have devoted their lives and talents to their chosen profession, work with real people on a daily basis, and really have something to offer besides a glitzy web page.
I have had the good fortune in my short foray into physical fitness to have met several people who are the top in the industry and who are the real deal. While they may have web sites, they also have the knowledge, the skills and the proven techniques that cannot be mistaken for anything but a professional.
Alas, however, there is another threat looming out there in fitness land. She is an insidious and well-known pretender to the profession. In fact, it is my theory that no fitness professional would be where they are today without her sage and unprofessional advice. She is, coach mom.
Sure, dad took you to games, played catch with you and taught you much, but, let’s face it, it was mom who had the real lowdown on training. She was a nutritionist by instinct. How many times can you remember hearing the words, “eat your veggies.” She knew, even before the magazines spouted it to the world and she was tough, too. Sometimes she would reinforce her training plan with “you are not getting up from that table until you eat those veggies.” How did she know, way back then, that broccoli was good for me? What’s more, she knew about the glycemic index before it ever came to be. Hell, she may have invented it since she just always told you that too many sweets were not good for you. Pure genius.
Now, how about training? I can remember the many times that she would tell us kids to go out and play. We, of course, thought that she just wanted us out of the house so that she could watch her soaps, but wasn’t she really interested in our fitness levels? Certainly! She provided ample and varied routines for us to do to keep us fit. She disguised them, of course, so that we would not suspect her motives. Take out the garbage. Mow the lawn. Clean out the basement. Run to the store. All were carefully calculated to challenge our agility, mobility, speed and strength. And, what about her uncanny ability to know about training smart. She always told us not to show off or we would get hurt. How true. Even today, highly paid trainers will advise us not to let our egos get out of control or we will court injury. She was ahead of her time.
Finally, she was adept at prescribing adequate recovery from exercise and physical therapy for our injuries. We were always made to go to bed early, and when we were younger trainees, she even made us take afternoon naps. And she was as hardnosed about this as anything with the infamous words “don’t make me come up there.” When we had an injury, it was always met with a gentle touch, a kiss and “it’ll get better before you get married.” What trainer does this nowadays?
Yes, mom was the first trainer, the first coach, and she always seemed to be on the cutting edge. The kitchen was her office. The backyard was her gym. She had no letters after her name, yet gave advice that no professional with years of training, could dispute. Well . . . all except that one about poking your eye out with the stick.
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__________________ In Fitness & Friendship, MAHLER
______________________________ __________________________ There is no light at the end of the tunnel. You carry the light with you.
Not much of that going on anymore unfortunately. Thanks John
Indeed
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Walk on
With hope in your heart
And You'll Never Walk Alone
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There's no free lunch, especially when it's served with special sauce (lostdog)
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How about a mom who also has the CSCS after her name?
She makes you eat up, get enough rest, rewrites your not-so-smart sport coach's lifting plan, and makes you drink your protein shake after lifting. HA! How 'bout that!
Mom was great! Of course there was the summer when I was twelve when my Dad brought home the cross cut saw and the logs. . . Or the summer he brought home a post hole digger and fence posts . . .
How about a mom who also has the CSCS after her name?
She makes you eat up, get enough rest, rewrites your not-so-smart sport coach's lifting plan, and makes you drink your protein shake after lifting. HA! How 'bout that!
Love,
Coach Mom
Just remember your mp3 player and clipboard before you leave
The dark side beckons...
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Tom
No "happy hours" makes for a lot of miserable days. - Mahler
How about a mom who also has the CSCS after her name?
She makes you eat up, get enough rest, rewrites your not-so-smart sport coach's lifting plan, and makes you drink your protein shake after lifting. HA! How 'bout that!
Love,
Coach Mom
Your a rarity I tell you Lisa~, you have one lucky child!
I almost forgot. I remember how many times I was told to stand up straight or not to slouch when I sat becuase it would ruin my back. Mom was enlightened.
__________________ In Fitness & Friendship, MAHLER
______________________________ __________________________ There is no light at the end of the tunnel. You carry the light with you.
__________________ It all starts with the mind, but the thoughts, the intention aren't enough. Action needs to come next. Dream it, believe it, plan it, execute it, celebrate it. - Wendy
Mahler’s Monday Morning Motivator # 179 – Coach Mom
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