God Does Toe Raises Every Single Day

Right now, I'm sitting on a pile of mats in the brand new studio thinking to myself, "Wow, what just happened?"

And I guarentee you that Jared's sitting at home, in his recliner thinking, "Wow, where the hell is she? We need to watch some Pawn Stars on Netflix."

In case you didn't pick up on it in the pictures down there, the new studio is right next door to Jared's four-year-old chiropractic office. So far, I can't lie, the getting-used-to-it phase has been kind of tough. I've essentially edged in on a part of his life that used to be just his.

Our kids are in and out of his office more than they ever used to be--and by that, I mean, that James does laps through the treatment area on his scooter since the spaces connect in the front and in the back.

We've had approximately one million squabbles over lost staplers, messy bathrooms (we share 'em), walking in on each others' clients, a misplaced broom...you get it.

I just hope it all evens out.

I don't want to be in Jared's way. I don't want to drive him crazy, and I don't want him to wish I was somewhere in Asia. I want to leave each other alone, occassionally wave at each other through our front doors, and have three to five nooners every week.

I also want him to pay for my window washing, because I think that would be super sweet.

I honestly, with every fiber of my being think it will turn into that, but for now, we're ironing out our growing pains. I hate growing pains.

This might sound silly--and I'm sorry, you're probably thinking WOMAN, CAN YOU TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE?--but I can't believe this is happening. I love what I'm doing so so much, and honestly, I've never even felt adequate at a job before. So to come in here and have the chance to do a good job every single day? I love it so much.

This was never my dream. I never thought running would or could be a business. I never thought I'd be a personal trainer, ever. And I especially never thought I'd have a career outside of a cubicle with a desk and a Dell.

But this is where I've been led. And I really think I've been led.

I feel like it's kind of stupid to say something like, "This is what God wants me to do." Because a) With the exception of prostitution, does God really care what I do to make a buck? and b) Why would God care about exercise?

But you know what? I've never felt so guided in my life. Other than getting married and deciding to have kids, I've rarely felt like God was guiding me in any direction all. I've always felt like he was all, "They're all good ideas, Amy. Do what you want, my blessed child."

This time, it's different. Because it feels like I'm supposed to be helping people learn how to do a nice squat. And I've learned that God does care about what I do, and I really think God likes exercise, too.

And as a side note, if I had to guess, Jesus Christ was probably a runner. Possibly a swimmer, but DEFINITELY not a power lifter, just sayin'.

When it comes to religion, I know I'm usually not much more than the Mormon who likes to swear. But go ahead, now you can add 'the Mormon who thinks Heavenly Father is doing some one-legged toe raises under than flowing robe thingy.' Because HE IS.

I'm hoping beyond hope that this all works out. That Kennebec Valley Coaching can put some food in our bellies, and make people in Central Maine healthier and happier.


Yesterday, I was driving to get Maggie and I saw a runner coming toward me on the side of the road. She looked lean, and strong, and fast. And when I got closer, I realized she was a Kennebec Valley Coacher. She joined the Couch to 5k group last summer, and now she's out of a six-miler on a random winter day.

It made me cry.

So thanks for the patience these last few months. I hope I can write here more often these days. And I promise, it won't just be about the business venture.

Although I did minorly pee in my pants tonight during a tough round of squat jumps.

Happens to the best of us.

Thanks.