Do you have a "boss"? Someone who is in charge of you? Someone who tells you what to do and you must do it? Seems a little bit unnatural to me. I don't have a boss now, and it feels damn good.
But sometimes, I think well , hell, I miss coaching at the university level, I miss coaching teams and seeing the athletes succeed and get stronger and be great and the smiles on their faces when they get a new max on the squat, when they kill a weight that they never thought that they would be strong enough to lift.
Then I ask myself, do you actually believe that you could work for someone ever again? Could you work for someone who was hired only for their gender who never lifted a weight in their life and is dumb as a brick? Could you handle a meeting where you were told that because of your gender that you are inherently bad? Or go to meetings where you were told that heavy weights were bad for the kids and that you must practice mindfulness, or some other horseshit that only means something to people who have never actually been under bar with a weight so heavy that their nose bleeds or had their hand in the dirt and looked across a motherfucker who wants to drive your ass into the ground as badly as you want to drive his ass into the ground? If you have never done any of that, how can you , in your right mind, tell me what to do?
And I think about all that stuff and all the bullshit and shaking hands and telling people that you are oh so glad to see them because they gave a bunch of money to the team that year and schmoozing recruits who couldn't play dead in a cowboy movie but their bitch ass dad is an alum so we need this kid? NO thanks, no thanks no thanks, and I feel so damn sorry for folks in the strength coaching profession who have to do all of it , who have bosses that don't get it and never will. Supervisors who couldn't teach a bench press if their life depended on it, let alone program a whole team. I used to want to step aside when one of these idiots criticized me or my staff and say, ``Here ya go, man. Go for it. Warm them up, teach them the lifts, and get them out of here in 45 minutes.” Yeah, right. Oh, that would have been great. Seeing their faces as the players started laughing at them. Because they would have laughed. I have had sport coaches and had admins who thought that the athletes were stupid, but let me tell you, none of them are, because they can tell a fake right away. And they will call you on it and embarrass you, if you have the self awareness to even realize it.
Go back to reading your bullshit self help books written by another coward who never squatted or played a down in their life.
It still makes me wanna punch myself in the face for all the times I smiled and nodded at some crap that I agreed to , that went against my principles.
I’m good , though. I have some online clients who kick ass, and I have a couple of college athletes that I train who get it and I'm good with that, I'm happy with that, along with writing.
But I know that I will never take an ounce of shit from anyone ever again, and I won't listen to anyone ever again, except for my Dad. But then again, he knows what he is talking about.