Monday, November 28, 2005


I almost forgot – I wanted to tell you about my visit with my Dad.

As you may (or may not) know. My Dad’s a personal trainer. For Bally’s. In Hollywood. While I have never doubted that he’s good at what he does, I did have a pre-conceived idea concerning his cliental. He is, after all, a PT in what I believe has to be one of the most narcissistic cities in the world. I figured his clients were pretty much rich cardio bunnies looking for a good looking (what can I say I’m biased) guy to talk to for an hour.

Well, while we were at his house this past Saturday, my Dad started talking about his clients. And yes, he’s got some spoiled little rich girls who don’t mind paying the money and then ignoring everything he tells them to do. But, my Dad (it turns out) has a ‘special’ certification. (don’t ask me what it is – I don’t know). It makes him qualified to work with people who… for lack of a better word…have ‘special’ needs. He calls these folks his ‘gimp’ squad.

One client is a 20 something male with MS. He’s in a wheelchair, and is angry at the world. He feels the medical community has let him down and he’s turned to strength training as a way to improve his quality of life. My Dad’s designed a program that works with his strengths and weaknesses. He pushes him when he needs it and tells him to take it easy when he needs it as well. Many of the things they do require my Dad to pick him up out of his wheel chair and move him into position. This isn’t your ordinary PT session by far.

Then there is the couple he trains. The husband has Type I Diabetes. He’s always had trouble regulating his blood sugar and thought strength training might be the key. He had used other trainers before but found they were clueless when it came to his unique medical issues. My Dad – spent the days before their first session learning what he could about Diabetes. They then tested this gentleman’s blood sugar before and after his sessions only to discover that his blood sugar wasn’t responding the way it was ‘expected’ to. By working with this man’s Dr they were able to work out a nutrition/training plan that counteracted the spikes and dips that occurred while he was working out AND he’s found that the exercise has improved his fitness overall and he’s better able to regulate his blood sugar outside the gym as well.

His wife has suffered from Juvenile rheumatoid arthritis since she was 11. Before she started working with my Dad, she couldn’t walk up the front porch steps without help from her husband. Again my Dad designed a plan for her that not only has helped her get into better shape, but that’s flexible enough to take into account that some days she’s going to be in more pain then others. So if she can’t move a certain way one day, he’ll find another exercise for her to do that will serve the purpose but avoid the painful movement. He said she proudly comes in and tells him how many miles she walked the day before at the beginning of each session.

And it goes on and on.

My Dad is very passionate about his Gimp squad. He’s excited about helping them train, but he emphasizes over and over again that it’s more about the quality of life. He says it’s different working with people who’s measure of success isn’t the amount of weight they are pressing, or the reps. The real measure is the man who used to have wait for his wife to come home to get the mail because he couldn’t walk all the way to the mailbox, but can now make it to the end of the driveway on his own. The man who’s no longer a prisoner in his own home due to a disability.

The other day my Dad found out about a nearby aquatic center. It’s a huge facility that was build specifically for people with special exercise needs. It’s apparently underutilized even though it’s high tech/state of the art. So, my Dad went to speak to the director. He had to find a way to tell her – you’re system’s flawed and you need me to fix it, without totally alienating her. It sounds like he managed. He’s been asked to write a proposal detailing the changes he would make. He’s So excited!

He also told me that when he left the place he had to find a place out a site for a moment – because he cried when he thought about how the state of the art equipment could be used to help his ‘gimp squad’.

My Dad – 6’2” – 225 lbs cried.

I’m so damn proud of him.

16 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for sharing with us about your dad. That was lovely to read. Your dad is my hero. Bless his big, beautiful heart!

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  2. What an awesome story of someone who is making a huge difference in people's lives. And you're related to him! Give that man a hug for me next time you see him. :)

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  3. Jess - knowing my dad he would be perfectly happy to let you hug him yourself! ;) lol

    Miss fit - thank you. It's nice to know others thinks he's cool too!

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  4. Yeah he is pretty cool in my books. You must be so happy to have a dad like him and he really is a special person to help out those less fortunate.This is such an uplifting part of your life. It is such a good story I could hear many times over., thanks PTM.

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  5. Your dad sounds like a wonderful man! You must be so proud to be his daughter.

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  6. Very cool that is awesome what a great guy. Thanks for the story.

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  7. Wow what a great entry. That's so inspiring to see that there are people out, especially someone as close as your father, that we can all look up to :)

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  8. I can see you have a very special dad. His clients are fortunate to have someone who cares so. I see, too, that he has a very proud daughter to have such a dad as he is. I'm happy for you.

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  9. I also wanted to let you know that I appreciate your comments on my blog. I'm afraid, tho', that I'm going to have to shut it down. I just don't have the time to take care of it, and write in it.

    May the best be yours.

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  10. Your father sounds like a good man, and an inspiration for us to help those around us.

    Thanks for the inspirational story.

    ~PVPeeved

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  11. guys - thank you! you're comments mean a lot to me. I'll pass your 'love' on to my Dad - he'll appreciate it.

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  12. Wow, Bally's doesn't deserve a beautiful man like that. Sorry, I don't like that place. That was an inspiring story, gave me the chills. There are so many wonderful people out there in the world, I wish THOSE were the ones we could see on TV all the time, instead of all the negativity.

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  13. wow, what a wonderful "tribute" to your fantastic dad. In one of my prior incarnations I did fundraising for Easter Seals (they provide programs for people with physical disabilities) and I know how much helpful, thoughtful help like your dad's can help!

    And I have no doubt that da** dress will be falling off you next year!!! Hugs.

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  14. Awesome post about your dad. What a cool guy!

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  15. That's a great story. And is that him in the photo?

    I don't think you're biased, he's a hunk. :-)

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  16. Kerenna - yep that's my Dad. And his Girlfriend (who's just few years older them I am.. heheheh)

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