The
story that led me to become one of the most sought after
personal trainers in Chandler.....
So, some of
you may know that I have delved into writing and even have some
fragmented chapters of a book that I have been working on
sporadically over the last couple years. Of course, building my
business is paramount and takes precedence, so it has been
shelved many times. That being said, please enjoy the following
excerpt from my memories of a past
life……..
Part 1 “Fat Hill blew up the
football!”
I
couldn’t make up this story if I tried. I was about 11 or 12 at
the time. I was playing tackle football with some neighborhood
kids. I received a hand off from the quarterback as I ran
towards the right side. Not being blessed with lightning speed,
I was immediately met by a smaller but obviously faster kid
that hopped on top of my back as I continued to bull my way
forward for several yards. Then a second kid jumped on top of
the other kid on my back and my knees buckled as I fell flat on
the ground followed by a loud unmistakable pop!
As
the 2 kids got off of my back and I rolled over, I laid there
for a moment a bit dazed, clutching a flaccid and lifeless
football. As the other kids gathered around, one pointed his
stubby finger at me from his outstretched arm and loudly
proclaimed, “Fat Hill blew up the football!”
At
the peak of my fatness, I was about 5’ 2” and weighed 170. My
life as a Fat kid was not full of fun and acceptance. Kids are
cruel. Books knocked out of my hand, fat comments, girls have
no interest in you, and to top it off you can count on being
picked last for sports. In fact, sometimes you are leveraged as
a liability to a team that already has more than one
outstanding player. That way they could say, “Well, you should
take Hill because you already have 2 really good players
already.” It was demoralizing to be used as a negotiating tool
in that manner.
So I
offer up this stage of my life to explain why I still am
paranoid about being fat even as an adult. Except now, the
pressure is even greater as an owner of a Personal training
studio. I always say, “The Fat kid still speaks to me.” It’s
that constant reminder of being that blob-like attraction that
kids gravitate towards like a piñata ready to verbally swing
away at it, trying to mentally break me open.
Being a fat kid sucks. Especially when most
of the other kids are not. I had a few friends which I am proud to
say are still friends today, if, not more like brothers to me.
In fact one of my friends, Steve, was a small, frail guy and
when we talk about those days we laugh about the fact that
together we best represented a modern day version of Abott
& Costello or Laurel & Hardy (Take your pick). Steve
has some great observations regarding the memories of our
childhood and adolescent years. One of his observations was, “
Why did God make the bullies so much bigger and stronger than
the rest of us?” From my recollections, it was a fair question.
Sadly enough, even some of my bullies didn’t have to be
stronger, I remember this one guy John that always wanted to
“put on the gloves.” We didn’t like each other and so we also
had a gym teacher named, Mr. Butch (could it be more
appropriate?). Mr. Butch would allow kids to settle a dispute
by wearing full head gear and boxing under his supervision.
Personally, I thought it was good idea than getting in a brawl
in the middle of class. That would be unheard of today. Anyway,
John wanted to box me. I knew I would lose. He was fast, wiry,
and could wear me down in no time. So, I also felt like a
Chicken Hearted Loser (what a nice combo).
So,
why am I offering up this part of my life? I just wanted to
share with those of you that have ever felt that way, I can
relate. Now, that you’ve read this I hope it puts any of your
frustrations in perspective for those of you that are your
worst critic. I now devote my life to reshaping bodeis in
the Chandler - Tempe area. If you a re looking for a personal
trainer in the greater Chandler area, please have a look at our
personal training programs today!
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