Why I became a trainer

When I was younger there were 2 things I loved, dancing and fashion. I was pretty sure I was going to be a Solid Gold dancer when I grew up. 

Do you remember that show? If not, grab a glass of wine and click here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lh-AGm0Jwx0

I continued with dance on and off through high school and even into college. I was okay. Strong legs but I was never consistent with going to classes. So with dancing out, that left fashion. 

During the summer of my junior year in high school, I attended a fashion design program at the Pratt Institute in NYC. It was there I learned that I was creative, but had trouble translating what was in my head, onto paper (via drawing or painting) or the dress form. So after high school graduation, I switched gears a bit and went to the Fashion Institute in NYC for fashion merchandising. 

Being in New York City, awesome. Fashion merchandising, boring as hell. I needed to be creative. Minus drawing or painting. This led me to Philadelphia University to study textile design. Weaving, Knitting (on a machine), and Printing. 

 My senior year design show, 1998

My senior year design show, 1998

I spent some time working in the textile industry, designing both womenswear and upholstery fabric. During this time, my son Tristan was born.

 June 25, 2000

June 25, 2000

I worked for a few more years, but then decided I wanted to be home with him. My job at the time didn’t seem as important as being with him everyday. And I figured I would stay home for a couple of years and then get back to work. 3 blurry years later my daughter Helena was born. 

 September 28, 2003

September 28, 2003

After having kids, my priorities shifted. As they do. Things that once seemed so important beforehand (which weave/fabric/color to select), suddenly seemed silly compared to birthing and raising a child. I knew I needed to do something different. And I knew I wanted to take care of people in some capacity. When I left my kids to go to work, I wanted the result to be that someone else’s life would be made better. 

To make people feel good and be happy with themselves.

Around this time, we relocated to Seattle from Maine. I began exercising every day and really focused on getting myself feeling healthy and strong.

Under the guidance of a naturopath, I eliminated foods from my diet that weren’t working for my allergies or energy or stomach. I was feeling awesome. This I thought. I want to help other women feel as good as I am feeling.

Exercise. Food and Eating. Listening to your body.

I could help women change their lives by listening and moving their bodies. 

Okay, I get it. I’m not a brain surgeon. I am not saving lives.  But I am (and hopefully other trainers out there) making an impact on the lives of my clients. I like to think they are stronger mentally and physically because of our sessions. I like to think they have a better relationship to food and eating. And that they look in their mirror and LOVE what they see. 

Funny thing is, I started on this training journey to help people, but really I have become a better person because of them. I am inspired by their determination and strength. They push me to be better, smarter and stronger. They encourage me to be more…whether they realize it or not.

This past week I was stretching a client when she told me she is moving out of state due to her husband’s job. We’ve been working together for 2 years. Every Tuesday and Friday. 124 sessions as of today. And other than being out of the country for 2 months this past summer, she has only missed 1 session. I should also add that she is an amazing chef, stylish as hell, and a skin care/beauty expert. Seriously, she has been my skin care concierge for the past 2 years. 

She is a beast. Total dedication.

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Anyway, her husband asked her if she would miss anything when they moved. Her response, “Training with Rebecca, that’s the only thing I’ll miss.” 


When clients tell me things like, 

“My clothes are fitting better”

“I lifted a heavy ski bag on the roof rack and my back didn’t go out”

“I was like, ‘whoa I’m hot’ when I was looking in the mirror”

“I ate some cake last night, but I enjoyed every bite and I didn’t feel guilty about it.”

“I ran over the week-end and it was the best run I’ve ever had thanks to all the strength training”

Then I know. It’s at moments like this. I know I am doing exactly what I was meant to do. 

 

 

 

 

 

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