As I write this, I can feel the fists clamping together and the teeth grinding. As if an un-welcomed cousin has entered the party, I can see the eyes slither up. click to read more about us. Under everybody’s breath, I can hear the whispers and the “whatever’s” Well… if you’re still interested in reading this, it’s because you want to stand out from the 125,000 new fitness professionals who join the ranks every year, and hopefully, after 1 year, you don’t want to be one of the 25,000 who quit. You are going to continue reading this, in my opinion, because you want to hear what I need to say. And who the hell are I, you might ask? There are a lot of things I am.an observer, a student, a teacher, a leader, a friend. I am an educator, a professional, and a coach. I remember being asked what I did years ago for living and replying, “I’m a personal trainer” and everybody kind of looked at me like I had three heads. I’m helping fat people get skinny and I’m helping slow people run faster, and I’m helping frightened people be brave… and I’m helping weak people become stronger, and I’m helping people who are sick become healthy.’ So, over the last 3-4 years, being labelled a personal trainer has come around. Being one is not as foreign as it used to be when I first started out. Of course, before me, they started out. Oh, yeah… they were called Biff, Zach, and Lance. With the darkest tans, and the highest Otto mix shoes around, they were the biggest guys in the gym. In the gym, they wore bandanas, belts, and earringsSo these guys eventually fizzled out and a new race of trainers came around. With degrees and athletic backgrounds, these trainers came out of college. These new trainers came out of aerobics rooms and sought certificates. These new trainers rose up from the dungy gyms and became game students. These new trainers used what they learned in books and did their own research.