I did a very “big girl” thing last week. “Big girl” and probably pretty stupid all at the same time. It was a terrifying leap to take, but I took the leap of faith because I didn’t want to sell myself short. Doing something scary like that, because you realize you ARE WORTH it, is…well…scary. But worth it.
Long story short: the internship I started last Tuesday did NOT turn out to be anything like I expected. Don’t get me wrong…everyone was very nice. Without burning any bridges, I will simply say that this opportunity would basically be busy work. Not an opportunity for growth or learning, and certainly not an atmosphere to be challenged. And if it had been about 8 years earlier in my life, I would have thought I hit the lottery at an opportunity to basically breeze through the next 350 hours of internship.
But…I’m older, and dare I say it wiser. I want every single opportunity to advance myself in this career that I have sacrificed SO much for to pursue… financially, emotionally, and the most priceless: time with my family. I refuse to sell myself short. I want to be put to WORK…whether it be assigned or an opportunity to do something big on my own. Opportunity #1 didn’t present me with the former, and there was nothing to really work with for the latter.
So in a panicked moment, I took the leap of faith and contacted another location that I knew would facilitate my desire to execute my exercise science nerdiness (seriously, I get excited when I spot a pair of skin fold calipers). They told me to come in and meet with them and I did…all while calling in and saying “thanks but no thanks” to internship #1, praying I didn’t just shoot myself in the foot. Fortunately, despite the fact that I probably freaked them out a bit with my overwhelming, probably confusing “please give me this internship and save me from the other one” phone calls and interview ….they gave me the internship.
And now I can safely report…I L-O-V-E it there.
Seriously. I’m in fitness geek heaven. It’s everything I had wanted to do for the last 4 years, while instead, I sat in the classroom listening to a lecture or hunched over a desk with my head in a book. And despite a few panicked moments of “Duuuhrr did I retain anything I learned in school at all?”, it’s been so rewarding to be able to recall & explain facts, educate others, and execute the information and training I spent so much time learning.
Share the knowledge and spread the passion. That’s all I EVER wanted to do in the first place.
But the most ironic part of this internship is how it reminds me of my years of bartending.
Bet you weren’t expecting that one.
But seriously, the similarities are uncanny. I make small talk with EVERYONE. I get to know the “regulars”. They come in around the same time everyday. They typically have a similar routine. Drink the same post workout recovery shake (and lucky for them, I’m pretty good with a blender if I do say so myself. But, instead of rum in their frozen beverage, it’s whey protien. Tomato / tomahtoe right?) I talk to them. They get to know me, I get to know them. Like new/old friends.
Except…instead of listening to someone’s life story as I assist them in destroying their liver over countless bud lights or shots of whiskey, I learn all about them while assisting them in getting healthy and fit. And instead of giving someone a tab and asking them to pay up or the dreaded “you are cut off” speech at the end of their visit, I get to give them a high five and the “keep up the good work” speech. Heck, just yesterday, I chatted on and off with a guy while he ran a half marathon on a treadmill. That’s right. 13.1 miles. On a treadmill. I wish I had a medal to give him , that is a long way to run in place.
Point being, it’s everything I loved about the service industry, combined with my true passion: fitness. WIN-flipping-WIN situation.
So, there is your internship status update. If it was a dailymile workout, it would get the full smiley .
Now, two orders of business, if you don’t mind:
1) My homestate of Vermont has been destroyed by flash floods caused by hurricane Irene. Homes, bridges, roads are destroyed. 50,000+ residents without power, and no estimate of when it will be restored…because no one knows how to get there to fix it. There are towns that are completely surrounded by water and people in those towns that are stranded. They can’t get out, no one can get in . The people of Vermont need your help. Please visit this site here to learn how you can help.
2) The “Pixie Dust for a Cure” raffle ends tomorrow at midnight! I’d tell you I’d draw the winner at 12:01 EST but the truth is, I’ll likely be passed out in bed. So stay tuned for the winner Thursday morning! It’s not too late to enter and make your donation to my Team in Training fundraising efforts! (AND…all who donated for this raffle will get bonus entries into the next one!) Please check out the raffle HERE!
I know, asking you to donate in TWO places! But look around. Do you have a roof over your head? Is your electricity on? Food in the fridge? Running water? Your health? Heck, can you walk out your door, get in a car, and drive to the grocery store? Then you are much better off than many of our fellow Americans are right now. Please help if you can, no amount is too little !
Thank you my friends! Happy running!