I'm a gym rat. Even before becoming a trainer and spending all day at the gym, I was already there almost every day for at least an hour working out. The sweat and strain of guys and gals willing themselves to physical perfection is a wonderfully inspirational experience. The devotion. The sacrifice. The gym was a temple, and working out was worship.

I hate gym pigs.

They are blasphemers.

By their callousness, their thoughtlessness, they negate all it really means to be at the gym working out.

The evidence is purely anecdotal, but a great many women seem to very much prefer male trainers. So much so that it's said some even insist on a male trainer, and are actually lost as prospective customers on that simple account!

One way to test how much you love what you do is to see whether you'd still do it if you were to win the lottery. Me, I definitely would still be a personal fitness trainer. Moreover, if I won the lottery, I would be enrolled in advanced programs of study in other careers within the general health and wellness field, making myself the ultimate trainer: someone with an R.D. degree, and state-licensed to practice massage therapy, and a physical rehabilitation therapist as well!