A Free Train Fabulous Friday... Friday, June 21

I was left in charge of the club today which kind of made it hard for me to get my office work done – translating, filing bills, messaging certain members, and working on the next issue of The Fab Gals Gab.  Nonetheless, it was really cool holding down the fort.  Fridays are "free train days" so Snickers took the opportunity of us not having to train any members today to skip town and have fun with friends.  My fun is at the club though so I was more than happy to run the club and do things completely my way.

Fridays are pretty slow days because it being the end of the week so today was no real different.  Many of my Hulk members linger around after training, I’m talking about at least a solid hour or two, so it was a lot of fun hanging out at the juice bar and joking around with them.  Throw in the fact that I’m super upfront, open and comfortable with them and well, it made for a super chill, ultra hilarious work day with extra loud music blasting.

I didn’t complete my “mission” I had set out for myself this week – confront Junior Mint about my boxing license and get back my stuff – but I did however manage to score a paycheck from making an export sale on the Starex Special Edition van Snickers and I had bought a couple of months ago with the aim of selling it.  Today it was sold, sweet.

My Poster Child Girl came into training tonight looking rather exhausted and a bit sad.  She’s exhausted, not necessarily from training hard but from not being given food from her mom after training.  This is really starting to concern me and tonight it got me so frustrated.  I pulled her aside after training and talked about it.  I know there’s nothing really she can do beyond ask her mother to buy her food – she’s only 15 years old.  She has no money of her own and after training she returns to her mother’s shop across the street and sits there doing homework or playing on her phone until her mother packs the shop up for the day. 

At this point, it’s getting really frustrating because I know first hand just how hard she trains but training hard needs to be backed up with eating clean… and eating for that matter.  If genetics accounts for 10% and training is another 10%, than she really can’t afford to be killing that 80% (eating) by not eating.  I’m almost tempted to march right over there and tell her mother off.  How dare she joke in the street with Snickers and I about her daughter being “fat”.  Sorry lady, but fat is a type of body tissue not a word to describe your daughter.  If she can say what she says to me, a stranger, than I can’t imagine and don’t want to imagine what she says to her daughter’s face.   My Poster Child Girl has been physically morphing before my eyes, I can see it, but her level of success she’s experiencing verses the success she could be achieving would be so much more if her mother helped provide some kind of post training meal.  It’s essential she eat after training – essential!!!  Tonight I talked to my Poster Child Girl about it and she admitted that her mother still refuses to feed her after training because she thinks it’s “for the better”.  I was so tempted to lash out and say something smarta$$ like “and that’s why your mother looks the way she does” but I held back, kept those insults for my own thoughts (and homepage… hahaha). 

I’ve started to make a few food items for our juice bar, in addition to keeping it stocked for our protein smoothies, and one of the items are my E-Pop bars.  I have Greek yogurt for my shakes but I’ve been switching it up between giving my Poster Child Girl yogurt, mini shakes and E-Pop bars after training.  I really can’t afford to continually feed her every day, I keep my stock quite low as it is, but I really can’t stand to see her mother continually sabotage all her hard work at training.

I must say, it was pretty cool managing the entire club by myself.  I gave a couple of tours to some curious visitors, set up some training exercises for various members, got some of the guys to spar, and then I did my own training. 

Hey remember that gal I mentioned about earlier this week, the one who got the chip knocked off her shoulder, well…. well, well, well, tonight she asked me how long she’d have to train in order to be able to step in the ring for sparring.  Ya, shocking!  I was so shocked – so pleasantly shocked.  A girl that wants to step in the ring, wow, that’s my kind of lady.  It’d be unrealistic for her to expect to step in any time soon but I definitely applaud her interest and love the total change of heart and attitude towards training!  Very cool.