I remember the fist-clenching frustration I felt when I decided I should hire a coach.
I was 27, living on my own, in a studio just outside of downtown Seattle.
Monday through Friday I would work at Amazon and workout on the way home at 24.
I stuck with workouts I felt comfortable with.
In fact, I still used the same programs the strength coach in college wrote me 8 years ago.
I’d miss workouts if there was a work happy hour.
Then I would try to make them up on the weekend.
This is where the frustration comes in…
Weekends ALWAYS consisted of some form of going out, eating like trash, and dreading Monday.
HALF of my week aligned with what I wanted. The other half didn’t.
I knew I was capable of more.