I got back to Michigan on a Saturday and the following Monday I had an opportunity in Novi at a gym to work as a trainer. I thought "okay, I'm gonna do this and do great. I'll build up my clientele over the next 2 years and then open up my spot."
The first day I was there for "training" I knew it wasn't the right fit. I walked away. They were very disingenuous and the way they did business was not to my liking. The tell tale sign for me that I made the right choice was when not even a year later 3 of the top guys over at this place were indicted on charges money embezzlement and fraud. "Good call, Mike" I said to myself after getting that news.
Walking away was a blessing because then literally the next day I had an opportunity to work at a place in Ann Arbor (1-on-1 Athletic Club for those of you who remember it) as an independent contractor.
Perfect! Nobody to tell me what to do, how to do it, or when to do it. I'm free to operate on my own terms.
Over the next 6 months I worked my ass off. Cold calls, free sessions, signing up clients, and slowly buying equipment while doing my best to live off $500 cash per month (thank you to my former client, Billy. I appreciate you, brother).
I still was lucky enough to have a good friend of mine allow me to live on the floor in his spare bedroom and then eventually on my Grandma's couch while I got the gym up and running.
On May 2nd, 2011, I opened COVAL Fitness (formerly "Coval Training and Performance") and the rest is history.
I go back to 4 year old me and that situation with coloring Grover red. Whether I'm right about this or not is debatable, but I like to think that was the earliest point in my life where I can remember that I wasn't going to do something that I was simply told to do without reason or do something that wasn't being true to myself. If you think I'm looking too deep into this, then I get it, but I'm a firm believer in that single choices and an accumulation of choices result in who we are at any given point in time. Those choices mold us.
At 24 years old, I had a similar dilemma with much greater consequences, but I chose to stay true to myself and go the hard route for awhile before actually seeing the results.
I hate to imagine if I would have listened to everyone else or if I would have given into the fear of failing.
What if, back in 1990, I would have given in and colored Grover red?