1) The business side of a gym has a LOT more work to it than the training side. It really is impressive how many people have to come together to run a successful large-scale company. Yeah, you can say you know it and take it at face value, but to get into the nitty-gritty, that's when you see just how many cogs come together to run the machine.
2) Being "off the wagon" sucks. I've been essentially out of a workout routine for two weeks now with an AC injury. The AC, or acromioclavicular joint, is essentially the junction between your collarbone and your shoulder. Technically the collarbone and the top part of the scapula, but for the layperson it gets the point across. As far as I can tell I'm not into the Grade III separation, but once again, being injured and unable to do the things you love really puts a damper in your week!
3) With this disruption in my normal workouts, I find myself dying for motivation! Of course as a typical guy, my motivational feeds go in two different directions. The first is to get absolutely lean and shredded. Getting closer to the summer, I feel like I want to be closer to something like a Greg Plitt/Ryan Reynolds physique. Obviously this requires hard nutritional control, but come on, let's get real here:
Just when I'm all set to be content weighting under 200lbs, I go out and see Fast Five. Yes, I saw it, love it, and I'd see it again. Don't judge. Anyways, poor old me is sitting there in the theater with no warning, and BAM - in walks Dwayne Johnson, lookin' like a double-stacked pile of kick-your-ass-all-over-this-town. He very politely asks for two things; the hottest woman on the local police force as his partner, and for everyone else to stay the fuck out of his way. Immediate desire to put on 50 pounds, achieved.
And so it begins; will I sit down to grilled chicken and a salad, or will I punch out a cow and eat it whole? Either way, I'm a bit more motivated already!