As a little one growing up seeing your dad doing 100's of press ups on the floor every night, dozens of pull ups off the high outside door shelter, weight lifting, posing topless in front of the mirrors it effects you in positive way. I would copy him. I was inspired from an early age.
We would wrestle, swim, ride bikes, and workout together more and more as I grew up. Daily nutrition lectures whilst eating the good stuff were a norm.
My dad inspired me to be the fitness guy I am today but where we are different is my pamp (grandad) taught us to believe anything is possible. I embraced that to my very core.
For what ever reason my dad isn't as optimistic and he suffers silently because of it. I can see through his words when he tries to reassure me he's ok. He loves his fitness training and the fitness lifestyle but his heavy long working hours at ASDA and handy man jobs stops him living his ideal dream lifestyle. We all unless we go back to the cave man way of life have to earn money to live. Unfortunatly not all of us fall into a dream job. As a personal trainer I'm in my element but there are huge risks being self employed. Bravery has paid off for me. But believing in yourself and being willing to take the leap of faith is the difference between my dad and I.
I hope one day through Johnson's Family Fitness when we have a business beyond a one man show I can help free him of his work trap by offering him a secure position.
Although I know he will continue building barriers with his vision before he has a chance to physically meet them first.
I climb barriers and I hope one day my dad will take my hand and climb with me. Life is what you make it. You have potential beyond beliefs. This poem is dedicated to my super hero dad, Neil Johnson.
Here's to family dream lifestyles,