Just before my 21st birthday I went to a job interview for a gym.
I showed up to a big ass crowd, unbeknownst to me it was a group interview.
Probably 25 seats in the waiting area, I’d say at this point 15 people were there.
Probably 15 minutes before the start she walked in.
5’10”, freckled blue eyed brunette, a tinge of red to her hair, but not enough to call her a redhead.
Wearing heels, tight jeans that hugged fantastic hips, and an attractive yet professional enough blouse for a top, you could see she was extremely fit, yet had good curves, her chest not lost to fitness.
She was pretty enough you thought “model”, but build wise she’d be described better as a womanly curved volleyball player. As I said she had fantastic hips, and a moderate/medium bust.
Medium-large frame, and tall.
I felt that lump of nerves form in my throat, this girl being in every guys eyes a 9, and I was especially self conscious by being clean shaven as per this gym’s employment regulations.
She looked around the room surprised at the crowd, smiled at me and the old timer two seats to my left, asked me the time, “oh good I’m not late”, then politely asked the two of us if she could sit between us.
Very polite, she made conversation to both myself and the old timer, who was kinda grumpy other than talking to her (a 19 yo smoke show), but then she and I – we had an interesting conversation.
Just about a year younger than me (just shy of 20 to my just shy of 21), she told me that she had graduated high school weighing 240, and in about a year had lost 80lbs.
I had found this baffling as she was a smoke show.
It also impressed me how open she was about this. Unashamed to say she had weighed 240, to my surprise open about weighing 160.
Obviously we talked more in depth about it.
She told me that as an air force brat they moved very frequently,
she’d gotten depressed, became something of a shut in, and had gotten fat.
The circumstances for this made sense. Zero friends there, not making any, and getting picked on having landed in the wrong school district. She had been emotional eating.
A little after graduation, she decided to start jogging.
15 to 20lbs down, she decided she could do better, and started going to the gym.
We talked training some, and she basically was doing the high frequency ass, abs, and cardio thing that chicks are wont to do.
By her own admission she loved squatting, and running a hard mile for time.
Taking her at her word, her training effort was very high. That’s a key here, from 240lbs to a 160lb smoke show in a year requires intensity.
Squats and hard mile runs were done regularly and with considerable effort.
I don’t remember numbers now, but remember being impressed with her numbers on both lifts and run times.
Talking she viewed becoming a trainer as “a dream”, I still recall that she had a very pleasant girly personality. And that we were both applying for front desk jobs.
She was really hoping for this to come through as she was working as a seamstress, essentially in a sweat shop, and as requirement to stay living at home her military dad insisted she always have full time employment.
At one point I asked if there were stretch marks from the weight change. She said no, but it’s not like I can confirm or deny this.
After the interview I did call her back over to me, and took the shot. She said she had a boyfriend, but you know ; I’d taken the shot for/with a 5’10” model pretty athletic freckled blue eyed brunette.
I still remember her name. I tend to think of it as a latina name, not commonly as a white woman’s.
You can always train harder. Somewhere out there a teenage girl is out working you.
Persistence & Tenacity