It’s Mother’s Day
and I would like to
take this opportunity
to honor my…
personal trainer.
When I met Cole
I gave him the same
message I gave my hair guy:
I love being a mom;
I don’t want to look like one.
In spite of being old enough
to be Cole’s mother,
he has never treated me like
the middle-aged mom I am.
He works me hard,
generally ignores my
fairly regular bitching
and swears (slightly) more than I do.
What’s not to f-ing love about that?
The banter is lively.
The workouts are solid
(damn that Kettlebell).
And I have
dramatically reduced
my body fat.
Did I mention I’ve got “guns”?
In two years,
Cole has never missed
a workout,
shown up late
or demonstrated anything
less than a million percent
commitment to helping me
reach my goals.
I wish I could say I
have been equally on point
but truth is
I struggle mightily
with staying on the
health & fitness wagon.
What I see in Cole
is a man who is living
his values and, with that,
comes an ease that is
evident in how he approaches
work & life.
And that is very healthy, indeed.
