I’ll always remember my first day of my ‘big boy job’.
I jumped straight from graduation to a personal training course, via Thailand, and had big dreams.
I expected to walk into any gym, become the number one trainer and have to fight off gym members who’d be lining up outside the door for my services; not too dissimilar to the Boxing Day sales in Harrods.
And so, I swaggered into the gym, filled with youthful exuberance, ready to tell anyone who’d listen that I was about to take over the joint. Continue reading