Oh No He Didn't (the remix)

So I started a blog post yesterday because I really needed to vent about something that happened the night before.  After some thought, I had decided to delete it because it was not necessarily an inspiring story.  It was more of a rant.  Apparently a few of you read that tidbit but noticed it was deleted because, I got 4 messages asking why I had deleted it.  Xavy sent me a message suggesting that I put it back up because this is a blog about my journey. All aspects of my journey.  The good, the bad and the ugly. You all have a point.  I will tell the story but it wont be nearly as red hot as it was last night.  I have had time to cool off.

On Tuesday night, I used my "night off" from training to try and catch up on my burpees.  I needed about 450 for the challenge buy-in. Yikes! Right?  I was pretty sure that was never going to happen at once so, I set my goal to 100.  Even that was a bit insane.  Xavy shook his head but stuck around after his clients to help cheer me on for the first few.  One of the guys at the gym pretty much told me flat out that it was never going to happen.  He could barely do 50.  What kind of attitude is that?  And if he know me at all, he would know that means I will have to do 101.  The two guys in front of me were both men in the gym that have inspired me and who I have grown to look up to. There are few females in my gym that train the way I do.  It is for that reason that I set my goals against the abilities of my peers on the free weight side of the gym.  The abilities of grown men, body builders and Marines.   I bust my ass day after day right next to these two men.  We already know Xavy is the bomb diggity so he needs no further description.  This other guy, who shall remain nameless, is hardcore for sure.  He does things in the gym that make me do double takes on a daily basis.  I freak of nature shall we? Their training plans are drastically different but from an outsiders view, they are both pretty damn hot.  How ever they got there, obviously has worked for them.

When Xavy left that evening, this guy decided to "take me on".  In what way you ask?  I am still trying to figure that out.  The last few days I have been dumbfounded trying to understand his agenda.  He began by telling me that my form was incorrect doing the burpees.  He made some suggestions and I gave it a try.  After having finished 70+ burpees already, no doubt my form was terrible and I was exhausted doing it.  When I took fraction of a seconds breaks, he began to push. "Why are you stopping?!?!"  Ummmmm because I just did 20 more then your ass can do.  lol.  I pushed and pushed and gave it my all doing it his way until I popped something in my ankle and bruised my wrists from the cement.  I stopped at a whopping 125.  Awesome right? Apparently not.  He told me in not so many words that I should have done better, I needed endurance.  That I needed to train harder in the gym.  I was not working hard enough.  I think I was in shock or I probably would have broke out my ninja skills right then and there.  Not enough? I am not sure anymore how it came up but he told me that his "sister" told him that I had a really pretty face but I still needed to lose weight.  She apparently asked him how long would it take me to slim down.  He answered by questioning Xavy's training methods and my drive to motivate myself.  Xavy's training method?  The method that has gotten me from a size 18-12 in eleven weeks?  That training method?  This dude suggested that my trainer and I get on the same page.  Really?  I responded to this by explaining that every step of the way, we have had this process planned.  He knew what to expect and relayed the information to me.  In turn, at each turn, we were on the same friggin page.  Of course these two men are going to have different opinions on training but I could not get over how unprofessional and down right rude he was.  If he was looking to motivate me, he was going about it all wrong. If he was looking to put down Xavy,  Oh' No He Didn't!  If he was looking to impress me, epic fail.  Instead of walking out of the gym excited that I just did 125 burpees.  I walked out feeling defeated and confused.  Immediately I talked to our dear Xavy about the situation.  As a friend and as a trainer, he picked me up when I had fallen.  He reminded me that my shoulders were "ridonculous", that I exceed his expectations with every workout. Most importantly, he reminded me that I have a group of people (you included) that will tell me that I am an inspiration.

Just think, this was the nice version of the blog.

I feel like Aesop telling the moral of the story. lol.

Work as hard as you can.  Always.  Your 100% may not be someone elses but that does not mean that you are either better or worse then them.  Just different.  If someone is busting ass in the gym or in any project.  Encourage them.  Cheer them on. That is the missing piece to this whole puzzle some times. 

The other moral is this, "Don't be a douche bag or some chick is going to out you to everybody she knows on the internet." lol.