A few weeks ago, my neighbor and a couple of his buddies hired me to train them for the Longhorn 70.3 race in October. This week, I’ve met them on the bike, at the pool and on the track to do some baseline aerobic testing. It dawned on me this morning that I’ve become the politically incorrect and somewhat ambiguous Sue Sylvester from “Glee.”
They’ve only seen me in some modified “coachy” outfit consisting of my usual Nike running shorts, Ironman emblazoned shirt and some baseball hat or visor brilliantly disguised to cover my bedhead and makeup-less face.
Pretty soon, I’ll be busting out quotes like some of Sylvester’s finest:
“I will no longer be carrying around photo ID. Know why? People should know who I am.”
-or when I become an award winning coach-
“You know, for me trophies are like herpes. You can try to get rid of them but they just keep coming. Sue Sylvester has hourly flair ups of burning itchy highly contagious talent.”
-or, if they complain about a workout being too difficult-
You think this hard. I’m passing a gallstone as we speak. That is hard!
Hang on, boys. You’re being coached by a tough chick. And you’ll like it.