I’m told I make a good advert.
This is obviously very flattering although it also goes slightly against the grain since I am vehemently anti-advertising as a general rule [a topic I avoid with my brother since that’s his line of work and I love him].
An advert for what, you cry? Personal training. Ahem. So far, 5 friends and colleagues of mine have signed up with my trainer, Jaymes, as a direct result of me having finally got off my lazy arse and got myself back in shape. They can apparently see that I’m not only slimmer and more toned, but that I have more energy and am more positive about myself and about life…
I get two extra sessions for each person who signs up because of a recommendation from me, which is great/exhausting… plus the per-session rate drops from $55 to $45 – also jolly handy.
But what I’m really enjoying (apart from feeling attractive enough, or nearly, to deserve someone as completely gorgeous as my Viking Sousaphonist) is the sense of helping others to get themselves sorted out, too. The first friend who signed up has already lost 8kg, looks totally amazing and has soooooo much more energy and drive now. In fact, she and her husband recently decided to try for a baby, largely because she now feels physically able to cope with it.
And the second friend to join up is a young chap with whom I work pretty closely who is just emerging from a heartbreaking split that crushed his self-confidence totally. And we all know how that feels. But after only a month training with Jaymes he also now knows how it feels to be able to revel in a new-found strength and fitness and to attract hitherto undreamt of attention from strangers on the street because of your looks and attitude. 🙂