AGMA’s been quiet lately. No posts. No reading of any of her favorite bloggers. No comments made or answered. I hate that.
But all my time and energy for the past few weeks has been focused on something that I needed to get out of the way. Like seriously get out of the way.
Last September, I signed up for personal trainer certification program. Somewhat ironic and absurd since I’ve never had any interactions with a personal trainer in my life. And it has been years and years since I’ve been to a gym. You can kind of tell by looking at me. Okay, you can definitely tell…
“Why then?” you might well ask. There is a method to AGMA’s madness. This time at least.
As a therapeutic massage therapist/bodyworker – the legit kind – I need to be able to give my clients corrective exercises that will stretch the over-active (tight) muscles and strengthen the under-active (weak) ones. Legally.
Ah – there’s the rub… (no pun intended)
Massage-world trivia you didn’t know and couldn’t care less about – assigning corrective exercises to clients is out of a massage therapist’s “scope of practice”. At least in the US. No can do. Nah baby nah. AGMA could get into some seriously hot water if she gives out an exercise and her client get’s hurt doing it. And complains to the Georgia Board of Massage Therapy. And sues AGMA. Boiling water.
Giving corrective exercises is definitely in the scope of practice for a CPT (certified personal trainer.) The light begins to dawn…
AGMA likes to follow the rules. Most of the time. And she likes to help her clients as much as she can. Hence the CPT journey by the woman who looks least likely to simply go to a personal trainer, let alone be one. Life is strange.
I had six months to complete the book/online course and take the exam. My drop dead date was March 11th. After that date, I would have to pony up an additional $600 for another go at it. $600 is almost a round trip ticket to Dublin. Thank God I have my priorities straight.
I took the test on March 10th. Of course. No need to rush these things.
While I did all of the reading and online videos spread out over the past six months, the last few weeks have been spent exclusively cramming for my test. Well…and doing the other very basic “stuff” that one needs to do to simply survive each day. Work, eat, sleep, Skype with my grandson, watch The Big Bang Theory…
When I first started really seriously studying, I almost gave up. It seemed neurologically impossible for me to store that much information in an already over-stuffed, under-active, aging brain. For one brief instant, contrary to her nature, AGMA wanted to quit.
But $600 is a big motivator.
So I crammed. And I did the online flash cards and the practice tests. I condensed key information on study sheets. And would pull out the study sheets at stop lights to review. Did I mention I can get a bit manic? You may have guessed that by now.
It worked. I passed. Yippee.
I can now proudly put CPT behind my name along with LMT, MBA. Oh – and BS too. The BS is probably the only one that truly captures AGMA’s essence.
So here I am. A paradox. A 60 something woman with a thick mid-section, cellulite infested thighs, flabby, jiggly upper arms, and a substantial neck waddle who is now a personal trainer.
Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.
But I’m inspired. The day after I passed my test, I resolved to lose 25 lbs. And I threw down the gauntlet in a very public way. I put it out there on Facebook for the world to see. Or at least the 20 or so people who actually follow my FB posts.
Today is the third day of tracking calories. Ugh. I’m using MyFitnessPal.com and their Android app. It allows you to scan the barcodes of food with your phone camera and capture all the nutritional information. It makes tracking what you eat easy peasy.
Damn.
Scanning the barcodes is fun ’cause I’m pretty easily amused. But actually seeing how many calories, how much sugar and how much fat are in the foods that I have been eating isn’t so much fun.
It explains a lot.
I’m sure a new, svelte AGMA is right around the corner. Or down the block. Or maybe in the next town over. We’ll see…
I’m just glad the I passed the test, get hang with my blogging buds once again and can afford go back to Dublin! At the end of the month.
How many calories are in a Guinness again?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
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