After really enjoying the last two and a half weeks since we moved to London, it’s now time to buckle down and find jobs! Rob has had job offers thrown at him left and right, but I haven’t been looking properly until now. I finished (and passed!) my last assessment on Saturday, so I just have to wait until the end of this week for that little piece of paper that says I’m a certified personal trainer.
I had my first job interview today, and the job is basically mine if I want it. It involves working with an agency as a self-employed trainer, where I pay a small licence fee to them monthly but get to keep every other cent I earn. In return, they pay for my ongoing education costs and provide all marketing material. Everything sounds great, except for the place where I would be training. The bonus is it’s only a 10 minute walk from my house, but I’m not sure if it’s a place I can achieve what I want to. I have another interview tomorrow at an incredibly swish gym in central London, so I’ll see what comes of that.
Before we assumed our grown-up responsibilities, Rob and I spent Friday walking around London. It was a gorgeous day, and we walked from Clapham to Chelsea, which took almost three hours because of a few stops on the way. We’re the kinds of people who walk everywhere, despite others telling us our destinations are not walking distance!
We conveniently walked by the Whole Foods which is about a half hour walk from our apartment. This was the first Whole Foods I’d ever been in! Rob thought I was crazy for being so excited. He kept saying, “you know this is a grocery store, right?!” In the end, I didn’t buy anything but I know I will be back.
We then checked out the apartment we first thought we were going to move into. Wow, am I glad we didn’t move there! The area is quite dodgy, and I would not have felt safe walking home from the train station by myself.
The only downside to us not taking it is that it’s literally about 50 steps from one of only two serious bodybuilding gyms in London. The other gym is further north, and doesn’t let women in! How messed up is that?! It doesn’t matter how serious you are, the guys don’t want you in there. Doesn’t really help in breaking the gender stereotype, huh?
When I walked into Yorky’s in head to toe Lululemon, the woman behind the desk raised her eyebrows at me. Her introduction was: “This isn’t a fitness gym, just so you know.” I laughed and reassured her that both Rob and I are bodybuilders and there to be serious. Of course, I was all bundled up so she couldn’t see my blazing guns. LOL.
We had the full tour and WOW. Rob described it as looking like a torture chamber from a Saw movie. No matter how serious you think you are about training, I can guarantee that at least 90 per cent of the people reading this would never want to step foot in there more than once.
All the equipment for various body parts were split into separate rooms underground. It was weird: you could almost feel the pain that had happened between the four walls. Ronnie Coleman, Phil Heath and Jay Cutler have all trained there, just to name a few. This is a gym where you can grunt, drop the weights, or scream as loud as you can – and know that no-one will bat an eye.
Depending on what happens with work, Rob and I are planning to train there at least twice a month. The two owners of the gym are both successful competition coaches, so I’m definitely keen to chat with them about my contest goals. I also like knowing that they don’t let people in who aren’t completely serious.
The main reason I wanted to check out Chelsea was:
The home of the one and only shop in London that stocks Lululemon. It’s not an actual Lulu store, but stocks a variety of brands. They had a better selection than I was expecting: about five jackets, five different pairs of tights, a couple of shorts, and about 10 different tops. The prices were slightly higher than what I was paying in Australia, so I think I’m just going to start shopping online – I’ll get a much better selection anyway. I find it crazy that Australia has multiple Lululemon stores but Europe doesn’t have one?! They need to change that, stat.
I also checked out what is apparently the UK version of Lulu, Sweaty Betty. Meh. The store was huge, but there was only one thing I liked. The prices are on par with Lululemon, but the quality is nowhere near the same.
Have you ever been to a bodybuilder-only gym before? What do you think about my possible new job?