Lycra Rebel

T. Joyfitt Michael

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There is no mystery and no magic pills that can change your life and body. If you see any of those advertised, run away. Have a balanced but not cautious life. Be active, be positive and if it doesn't work, be negative about you not being positive enough. I don't say go around with a grin on your face and freak people out. Just accept your body as it is, try to listen to it and don't be hard on it.

Sujets

• Popular psychology

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 octobre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528956918
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Lycra Rebel
Michael T. Joyfitt
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
Lycra Rebel About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information Foreword The Fitness Manifesto Chapter 1 Pulling My Finger Out How Hard that Could Be? An Hour Later. Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Chapter 2 DIY Fever Chapter 3 When the Going Gets Tough… Girl Needs Men Chapter 4 In the Beginning Was the Word… Chapter 5 Fox on the Run Chapter 6 Red Cycling Hood Afterword Nutrition and Other Advice
About the Author
Michael T. Joyfitt was born in Bulgaria, studied drama and film in London while keeping active and close to professional sport.
He started a sports clothing label, WEEBLE SPORT (www.weeblesport.co.uk), with particular focus on female fitness clothing, rowing and cycling.
He often has problems at customs because he looks twenty years younger than the age on his passport.
If you are serious about fitness and making a positive change to your body and mind, you could subscribe to his YouTube channel:
MT JOYFITT
About the Book
There is no mystery and no magic pills that can change your life and body. If you see any of those advertised, run away.
Have a balanced but not cautious life. Be active, be positive and if it doesn’t work, be negative about you not being positive enough. I don’t say go around with a grin on your face and freak people out. Just accept your body as it is, try to listen to it and don’t be hard on it.
Dedication
To everyone who ever doubted me, thank you for
making me stronger.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Michael T. Joyfitt (2019)
The right of Michael T. Joyfitt to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528956918 (ePub e-book)
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Foreword
Fitness has always been around. From ancient times where warriors were training day after day in the gymnasium, sometimes in front of creepy and salivating old men, but they worked hard, because it gave them a better chance to stay alive in a battle.
But what did the women do? Sat at home and cooked dinners? Looking after the kids and the household? Found a lover? Probably all that and more.
So is it a wonder that women also want to have great bodies, which keep their minds and souls wrapped in a beautiful shell? Who doesn’t?
Fitness and sport don’t belong to a certain party, class or a nation. There are there for everyone. To take them and use and abuse them as much as they like.
There is a trick though; you have to work really hard. And that’s what stops people from even trying. Or not trying too hard and giving up.
Fitness is an unforgiving lover. It needs your attention daily. But the more you give, the more you will get back.
I have been around sport ever since I can remember. My dad was a kayak coach/champion and I grew up around boats, around people running and lifting weights.
My granddad was a yogi. He took it up late in life and hated me, the little child who could do just like that all the twists and stretches that he could never do. My mum and grandma taught me to work hard. I worked for hours in the summer heat on our vineyards. Some of my best memories are lying on the ground in a small straw hut, eating simple lunch―bread, cheese, tomatoes and wine―taking a break from all the digging, planting, grape collecting and so on. My back hurt, but the food tasted like nothing I ever knew. Magical. Thank you, grandparents. Everything fresh from the garden, cheese from the sheep, bread from the furnace.
Life is about balance. You can push your limits, do your PBs, climb those mountain peaks, but you always have to be solid, both feet firmly on the ground. Level headed, with good common sense. Which is something that’s more and more difficult to find.
I have trained people from as young as five, with special needs, to seventy-five.
Mostly women. Including the rowing team I coach on the river. This book is not only about women of course. It’s a tool. Hopefully an inspiration―how to change your life for the better. Yours first then other people’s too.
Make people love what they do, make them feel excited about it is a special skill you don’t learn that on courses or at school. It’s either in you or it’s not. Give people confidence. Show them the light at the end of the tunnel and push them hard in that direction.
The worst thing you could do as a Personal Trainer is to bring your attitude to a session with a client, be vague, be soft or worst of all, checking your mobile phone. Give them your full attention, follow their progress, challenge them to do more. I see many PTs going through the motions or worse, turn up just to collect the money and move on to the next cash cow. Stay away from them. Use your instincts and teach yourself how to stay fit and healthy.
Which could be different for different people. For some that would be to come in the top fifty at an Iron Man competition, for others, to be able to run 1km without a break. Find your challenge and push yourself. Make your body suffer a bit, because it will repay you after that tenfold.
I work with kids and adults twelve months of the year. Complete beginners to sport and professional athletes. The ones that are successful are those who have the hunger in their eyes.
I spend my days mostly outdoors. I eat what I like and I don’t get sick. Hardly ever. Not even a cold. I don’t take tablets, paracetamol and the like. I take honey in the morning and garlic with my meals. I eat pasta with bread, red wine and tiramisu to follow. I don’t count calories.
Here is my diet tip: eat whatever you feel like. But only if you feel hungry. And leave the table before you start feeling bloated. And one more thing: exercise. Get yourself a bike. You will save money and will keep fit without you knowing it.
If you want to change the world, start first with yourself. Don’t go around telling others what to do if you can’t do it better yourself. Fail, smile and try again.
I didn’t have a GP until recently, when I broke my elbow whilst cycling, near Vauxhall Bridge. One of those cyclists who should never be allowed near a bike did the wrong thing and before I knew it, I was down on the pavement in pain and bleeding.
Three months later, I am getting better, very slowly. It’s a bitch. But I enjoy every day when I feel less pain. And it is what you make of it. You could be miserable or could take it with a smile. Everyone has bad days. Enjoy them. Love them. Treat them as a challenge.
We don’t appreciate what we have until we lose it. Like in relationships. Treat your body like your best friend, soul mate and lover all rolled into one. Don’t cut corners.
Enjoy life to the max and challenge yourself and others. There are too many lazy souls around, don’t be one of them.
Now drop down and give me burpees. Yes, twenty. Go!
The Fitness Manifesto
Name: Bryony Lockley.
Height: 5’ 7"
Weight: 70kg―that WILL change.
Profession: Temp
Ambitions in life: Go to Australia this January, learn how to bake a cake.
Phew, that’s the first lines in the diary, so there is no going back. Bryony’s world is about to turn upside down.
Chapter 1

Pulling My Finger Out

How Hard that Could Be?
Dear Diary. Actually, dear piece of paper. I’ve realised I need to buy a diary first. Will I ever get a spare half an hour to drag my arse down to Scribbler? My fat arse! Hey! It’s CURVY.
And NO, it doesn’t look big in these trousers. I have to wear them because my boss thinks it’s smart. Smarter than a skirt anyway.
Like, who cares? 96.7% of the time my legs are hidden under my desk. Which is my little storage room. Cinderella’s shoe shop. I have three pairs of smart shoes, my Nike trainers, which remind me I was meant to go for a run tonight. Urgh.
I need a smoothie. What’s the time? Five to three still. I swear it was three thirty half an hour ago! No, I can’t go to the shop. I just got back from lunch. Mmm, the cute new waiter was staring at me. You still got it, Laura. Even with the fat arse. I can’t help it, I love my tapas. My sushi. My fish and chips. My crème brûlée. My EVERYTHING.
Oh, Deborah’s coming!
Close diet window, close fitness training, close plenty of fish…
‘Hi, Deborah! I haven’t finished the review yet…’
‘I didn’t expect you to do so. I need it by 4 on my desk.’
‘Sure, won’t be a minute.’
Bitch. Uuurgh! Somebody PLEASE take me away from this dusty office. Look at her skirt. If my arse is fat, hers is mega fat.
Okay, review, I started it, it’s here somewhere. Here.
Russian experimental theatre group taking London by storm
Sounds pompous and dull. Like Deborah’s arse.
Okay, enough about arses, I need a kick up mine. I wonder if she will sack me next week. Lucy is coming back from maternity leave. Lucy’s nice.
But I may get the sack. Which won’t be such a bad thing, Jilly asked me to join her for a weekend in Sevilla. Bring it on! And it’s within my £58 budget.
Hmmm. Sangria in the sun, nice tapas… not counting calories. Not that I do really. I will take my trainers there and go for a jog in the mornings―unless I lie comatose in bed. Hopefully mine.
Ahh, I’m not that bad. You know me well, diary. No, you don’t actually. I’ve only had one when I was fifteen and madly in love with my 48-year-old history teacher. Luckily, he didn’t notice anything. That would have been SO embarrassing. Me and Mr Jenk