My mother told me not to become a boxer.
She always was a smart lady.
The way I saw it, though, was that I had very little choice in the matter. I wasn’t very good at school, not that smart, and couldn’t work a desk job if my life depended on it. I was good with my hands, and had a very hard head that made me excel in schoolyard fights. That lead to me discovering a small neighborhood gym, where an old timer started showing me moves. That turned into a ten year long boxing career, which in turn brought me here to my new career as a personal trainer. For once I feel like I am smart, because I know physical fitness and I understand how to sculpt a body into what you need it to be. Most of my clients at the gym are not looking to get into fighting shape, but that doesn’t matter, because I can help them in whatever ways they need. I treat every one of my personal training clients differently, with their goals in mind. Sometimes this means weight lifting, sometimes it means yoga classes for enhanced dexterity. I even have some clients who come see me after physical therapy, because my reputation has started to spread throughout the local exercise community. I welcome all the new clients I can get, but I always love it when someone wants an exercise program to train for a fight. That kind of physical fitness regimen will always be my bread and butter, so to speak.