Inspiration is a 2-way street.
I have an amazing clientele. New Yorkers from all walks of life come to me every week for their dose of laughter, inspiration, muscle fatigue and the sheer joy of life that comes from exerting their bodies: to transfer that physical strength into mental toughness.
Just as my clients come to me for their dose, I need them to follow through with their homework, to achieve goals they have imposed upon themselves. I don’t ask for much, just that they take accountability for their actions during the other 23 hours that I’m not breathing down their necks. Because if they don’t, I can’t do my job.
There is no way I’d be any good at my job if it weren’t for the unique group of individuals I train on a weekly basis: bankers, lawyers, actors, surgeons, teens, retired folk, CEOs, students, mommies, brides, grooms, you name it. My people suffer from all kinds of difficulties: diabetes, joint replacements, blindness, arthritis, osteoporosis, hearing impairment, chronic pain and eating disorders, just to name a few.
I am inspired by the guy who works 7 days/week but still makes time for himself. I am inspired by the mother who didn’t sleep last night but came to me anyway…for a stretch. The man who describes that all he sees on a daily basis is different shades of black and fuzzy gray but wants to improve his upper body definition? Pretty humbling. The girl looking for clarity in her self-induced starvation moves me. The man who can’t sleep more than 3 hours because he’s in so much pain but shows up with a smile? Very inspirational.
…and I complain that I only got 7 hours of sleep last night. Or those last 5 pushups were too difficult so I quit.
Puts everything into perspective, doesn’t it? Inspiration is a two-way street.