Dear Great people of the world reading this.
I salute you!
Today i will share my dream with you and the situation i'm in.
I have always been part of a relatively poor family. In our country, though (Bulgaria) -- this means like VERY VERY poor for the United States of America, or IMPOSSIBLY poor for the developed European countries!
When McDonalds became popular with the kids, i could never eat there -- we could only afford homemade bread, cheese and tomato sandwich.
Needless to say i was feeling like i had "bad" parents... oh, stupid me! I could not appreciate how hard they worked for me to have this food, and ironically -- that was THE better food actually!
Now i'm glad that i ate my salad and my real meats and breads -- i got smarter, stronger and in better health than my school-mates.
But more importantly - i learned that its not the commercial and expensive toys that is needed for happiness and success!
Fast forward and i've had pretty rough time. Now this is quite the understatement, but i will not go into detail. This would be a world-class story and someday... maybe someday you will hear it in the internet as one of those heart-warming and tearing stories of success and obstacle-overcoming!
To give the TL;DR of it:
I've had some major health issues. Like the ones that leave you weighing 320lbs, you cant walk quarter mile without needing an hour of REST (not just a break) and a push-up is impossible to think about!
That coming from ex-volleyball captain and sporstman since child!
At least when you're back on your feet you CAN do it!
No easy way -- you start just... just fucking WALKING, you know?
Then you walk more! You log the distance, you GRIND to get better. It hurts, you DO NOT like it... you prefer to rest and play some stupid game or watch movie.
But who will achieve your dream, huh? Who will give it to you? Nobody!
So you do NOT want this... this pain and sweat. But you want THIS -- This Dream yo be yours!
So you get on the ground... you fucking lower yourself... and bam -- head on the floor, teeth almost busted. You can't lower yourself for a god damn sissy push-up!
Strap on that old boxing mouthpiece to protect your teeth and do it AGAIN!
Every fucking day.
Until you finally don't break your head! Ha!
Soft pads underneath will not do. You HAVE to feel pressed you HAVE to feel pissed on yourself for being so weak -- that's how the MOTIVATION will ignite your actions!
Finally... WEEKS after you have attempted this humble journey..
... you can do one. One fucking normal push-up. Not those street-workout crazy variations... no not that advanced military shit. No no -- just one normal fucking push-up.
But that is all you ever need. You know that if YOU can achieve ONE fucking push-up... you can achieve ANYTHING!
Fast forward 4 years later and you're back on track for the mission once you believed would be impossible.
The BEST coach of your country. Self-proclaimed at this point of course, since you're just a fresh bread. Still a low brat... a new Gamer on the field.
You read EVERY day (self-help books). You hustle HARD.
Make complicated diagrams for time-orientation. You calculate priorities and schedules to fulfill them successfully in given deadlines.
You measure your progresses in multiple levels. You encourage yourself, yet at the same time learn where the draw-backs, low-points, misses and mistakes were. You are GLAD for those mistakes. But you strive to remember the "Proper thing to do next time".
And when you do? You fly that "thick" on the endless lists, sheets and papers that you fill with your daily goals, weekly goals, life-goals...
...The objects of your desire, the states of your desire, the achievements of your desire...
...You want it all man. And you know you can do it! You can FEEL it in your mouth!
Then you climb higher! You finally get a shot to real place. You strike and get a nice opportunity.
Become real coach. Coach people.
For free at first.
World crushing down...
"What do i do? How... i bet all my existence on this! I left College to pursue my dreams! My parents... Oh, my god... i barely got them to not kick me out of home... now... it will be all over.."
You have no FUCKING idea how to get out of that fire!
But the fire wants you!
That failure is not the end... it is a sign... it is the flame of the BEGINNING!
So as it happens, this is not as fatal as you thought.
That client that fired you? It turns out to be cool at the end. You're not complete out of game!
You get a new one. YEAH, BUDDY!
This time, though.. its not a "normal case". Its a hard case. The person has been in the same facility training under your colleagues but fell out of program pretty quick.
Now you KNOW why. You cant be compared to those commercial guys, who only watch their smartphone while the clients walks on the threadmil and does her pinky dumbbell presses calling ot a "workout"...
No, you are a COACH! A Real trainer!
You teach her how to squat! Develop her habits! Stay upon her head! Give her constant feedback! Drill down the neural understanding! Get her pattern correct, not only mechanically but also neuro-muscularily! Make sure she UNDERSTANDS the movement in her head from HER perspective, not from "side-view" perspective!
You motivate her. You make sure she's EMOTIONALLY invested in the workout! There is NO free second! No time to waste - you are 'Present' and she is 'Present'. Rest times are devoted to mastery... to emphatic listening... to emotional connection - real business investment in your client, not just the casual Fitness Instructor Flirt bullshit!
Finally you realize something at the end of the month -- she has never been happier to be in ANY gym ever. She REFUSES to train without paying as the deal was, and... you get your first real job in the field! Not by having "connections" but by MAKING connections -- with knowledge, and with the clients' success and souls!
Then you get more clients. They HEAR the good reviews on you, not just go by your fake online "name" or "credentials".
You grow more.
AND THE HATERS COME!
Oh, how hard do they come!
But you are better than this! You KNOW what to do! You ignore them!
But they cross the line man... flat out assault here!
You get angry... Furious! How can they fuck up with you so much! This whole deal is so precious, so cherished for you! Why don't they leave you alone?
But you deal with it. Justice is found. Karma does NOT forgive, they make mistake and are out!
Basically the got what they deserved... and you know you were right to defend your view and continue giving amazing value to your clients.
You get famous.
Not for being some... i don't know... steroid competitor?
Please... that is gross.
No, you don't get famous for some personal achievement with no connection to your TEACHER's skills, you know?
You get famous for the ability to GIVE people what THEY want. THEIR success and enjoyment!
And its fun too! Its not okay to just go through the motions. This is not math! Hell, math is not supposed to be boring but... good teachers are rare, right?
So you ARE that rare commodity -- the amazing one, who infuses the "boring ordinary objective" stuff with Emotions and Passion!
That's how SUCCESS IS DONE!
Fast forward and they all hate you. All of them. The miserable ones.
Your collages, most of whom's clients are yours now.
The fearful clients, who cannot accept that a little boy with NO "genetic" or "inborn" or "unfair" advantage has come SO far on his own -- with his OWN smart effort and hard-but-properly-placed work! Yes the SAME person... nope... even a person who was BELOW their level is now soo well-established and skilled! What a slap to the face for reality check, huh?
But they RESIST YOU!
However you've learned your lesson here. You ignore them.
Next comes the great challenge. You work very hard. Non-stop. You are full man! Before you realize it, you were planning to "be an apprentice building experience without getting money" but now you make more than your parents... and are the MOST successful coach in the history of the facility and you my friend - you are FULL of work!
You also organize the gym itself! Create projects, manage them... build it proper website... Write AMAZING in-depth articles ( http://fitcitygym.bg/blog/trenirane/Martvata-Tyaga... - link to my very fist artcile!).
You have plans man. PLANS!
You READ non-stop! If it's travel its READING time!
If you have window between some sessions, you READ or CREATE!
New equipment, new service, new tool... New design! New profit center!
You are basically so close to the manager now, that you know him better than his own wife and kids.
Some stories are bothersome even!
But you've earned it! You're so good and so hard working and achieving on so many levels, that you end up being the real manager and boss of this gym.
Unofficially of course. Unfortunately... But for that read on!
So you end up dictating it all. Doing it all. Making it all.
60 hours a week... 70 hours a week... You only work work and sleep and eat and work!
REAL hours EVERY single one of which is TIGHT on with action, progress, estimations, investigations, SERVICE and so on -- you're not only the best trainer, but the best manager as well - you DEVELOP the future of the business!
Your most ambitious act -- you desire to turn unused part of the gym (the group activity hall, which is kinda big for group activity, but.. almost no groups so... it stays empty and sad).
Big project. The project of your life!
You plan EVERYTHING. You give you SOUL to it!
First variant... Second... Third... Foruth...
You DRAW them by hand! You are not a professional designer. So what!? Is that an excuse! Hell no!
You know how to draw with Scale -- so you have EXACT idea what will and what will not fit.
You plan it all man.
You now not only have the best facebook page of all times, the best website with the most valuable FREE content for the people who cant afford you -- but you build the dream facility!
You are determined it will work! You PLAN it with long-terms in hand.
You know it has to host seminars, have great capacity, be suitable for competitions, have AMAZING "RAM"-capacity for sessions!
Now you build the business side...
...Weeeeeeeeeeell only sliiiiiiiiiiiight prooooooooooblem so far.
You're sick of it.
NO ONE is working that hard. NO one can do or TRIES to do so!
No one can do shit around you anymore! The people who were lazy looking at their smartphones playing games all day? Now they do it too!
Often you have to even FIGHT with the boss of the gym because he is TOO afraid to launch some new feature! Goddamn it, he spends the money for the project, you do most of the work, prepare EVERYTHING, it gets accepted... only for him to speak in fear of the last second: "Um... we... we'r-r-re not ready.. ready for t-this".
You know this is wrong.
Not only are those people NOT helping from a looooooooooong time ago, but now they even start to SELF-SABOTAGE their OWN money and success!
You its common - its called the Resistance of the Unsuccessful... Like Seth Godin had told you.
Yet you know you cant be like that. You have to push on. You HAVE to carry the mission and get the ship to smooth sea!
And you DO!
And it DOES!
And then the boss is happy. Of course he will be - basking in the glory of the results! Every client is glad when he gets his results -- like every man on earth!
But it bothers you. These people... they don't grow. They dont get better! They don't even TRY!
And.. your salary ain't growing as well, nigga. Not only you invest in yourSELF because you do NOT believe in the fucking piratebay... but actually BUY all your fucking kindle books -- but you also don't make that much money, DESPITE bringing that much money for the facility AND working harder and more importantly -- you arrange the FUTURE of this business.
Whats even worse is that your... "hard-working" college is working like 35-40 hours a week (on his goofing-around skiils), has 3 or 4 rest days yet he takes even a bit MORE money than you!
And its not like those 650$ a MONTH were so great you know... (for reference in our country 650$ is like 1600$ in USA)
Compare that you your hustle, your QUALITY work, your NUMEROUS more clients, influence, services, functions... hell even your almost DOUBLE work-time..
Is that really how you should leave things?
Fuck you barely cover food and rent!
Not so great, huh?
I mean its great if you were selling on the shop, doing nothing all day... But this? For WORLD class service and Hustle?!
But thats not the real problem. The REAL problem is that there is NO future here. At the end of the day you're NOT the boss. You WORK for the boss. You dont decide it 100%. You cant take all of the Leaps of Faith. You HAVE to compromise becaues of his fears. You dont get the money.
In other words FUTURE for this company is bad -- bad untill there are ground-shifting changes. But those changes are not willing to make themselves --- nope. It s better for those people to stay in their "comfort zone" never getting any better.
But you don't want that! You want it ALL man!
So you say you will leave. That's all you have left. I mean you cant fucking force them in the end, can you?
They beg you to stay.
They promise to get better.
But you know they wont. This is the 4th time this farce has played. No, you stay because you do not want to abandon your family of clients... you have so many amazing people so heartwarming stories to yet participate in...
You WANT to help them you know? Its not about the fucking money- it never was.
In fact that was the problem -- you never THOUGHT about money. All you cared for was the growth... and success of you and the people you help.
But you have to live as well! That is not right!
But wait... Maaan that moment... when you bring the smile to some person from MONTHS and YEARS of hard work and comitment... when they realize just how much they have achieved this time...
Priceless. THAT is what has kept you here for so long, Despite all the shits.
But unfortunately the shits grow! Oh, do they grow!
You open the BEST facility in the NATION.
Unheard of. Unseen. World level -- out of that fucking tiny group hall.
I mean come on.. half a year of research, proper planning, hard thinking, meditaion over it...
...oreding the BEST power racks from Sorinex, the BEST plates and sleds from EliteFTS... getting the best Barbells from Rogue Fitnes and Eleiko...
NO one has seen such class!
But is not about the price of these things! Its about the CHOICE!
The smart choices there! The whole PLAN, the whole ORGANIZATION!
It allows for MORE people, that the rest of the gym combined!
It allows for more profit, than what everyone was expecting of such little place!
Competitons! They are creative, UNHEARD of (nothing to do with crossfit, or regular meets) -- yet they gather people from ALL the COUNTRY!
You become legendary.
Yet the shit show comes back even harder.
I mean thats not just the shit from the daily CHALLANGES posed by all these people requiring you to operate on 110% of yourself -- from the 09:00AM guy, to the 09:00PM session -- those are the "expected" shits and challenges!
No this comse from the inside -- from the very people who should be helping you... let alone not at least fucking sabotaging you!
Real shits are here now. Not only do you not make a dime more (not talking about fast cars and fancy dinners... hell not talking about any car. Talking about food and shelter!)
But hey... that is not...right... from your influence.. a LOT more money flows... DIRECTLY from it.
Now you even see all the gross shit "behind" the scenes of the business. All the hidden stuff, the one they tried to hide when you were recruited.
You witness horrible things. IMMORAL things. Weak human things. Asshole decisions..
Ways to screw your own personel! (not talking about yourself here, but thats not a reason to be calm 'till your round comes, right?)
Is that what i means to be a boss? Is that what it means to be in this organization here?
You have to choose - either get out of the sinking ship, or be part of it. Because no matter how much YOU drive it up -- you're not the captain. The captain almost stays in his fucking cabin all the voyage, but at the end of the day -- all he needs to say is one command, and you all have to sink with him.
So as much as it pains me - i got out.
The truth is i was unsure if that really was my life mission.
I gave it all man. What you read was just a fraction of what i could write, but it will need to be 5 times longer. I can write a whole book with just the STORIES i've had! Hell i can write several books if i include all my life-long adventures!
But that shit had to be over. It was a disaster. Everyone was masturbating all day (so to say) yet i was the only undergod trying to bite the real deal. Yet i was getting the least payment AND no one was BOTHERING to get this whole ship sailing!
The company was dragged by its weak personel and the boss was too afraid to take action about it. Hell, he was the worst -- he had created ALL the problems during the years, yet he pretended to be someone else with big promises when i landed there. No wonder the situation was shit -- he never made it any different!
After witnessing some amazingly stupid and horrible shit from him -- that was the final straw. And i KNEW i was gonna be fucked DESPITE all i did for him!
Aaaand when i was leaving, i got what i expected -- i got it in the ass. I was fucked with, just like everyone who was no longer "useful" for the organization.
I was working without any contract (stupid me), no health insurance... and at the end the gift for my first months of training PAID members and not receiving money -- the working laptop that i was GIVEN as a GIFT -- was taken from me.
With all the PERSONAL data and files!
Along with a shit ton of my personal Objects, clothes and stuff -- and since i do not have any documents for actually being employed, fuck all coverage money and etc.
I mean that is not right. It is a shit move. Not only its a shit move to do to ANYONE -- even if he was not good for your firm, but its a SUPER shit move to do to your best employee.
People get prizes for amazing service in other countries... shit!
But deep down i knew it would be somehow like that. He was such a man. The boss.
The boss whom i've made my friend at first, realizing he's not the person he portrays himself to be.
But i never expect it. For him to be so cruel, such a-hole at the end.
Well karma returns it to him. His business is going slowly down, most of the clients i trained left because they were NOT there for the "fancy equipment". They were there for the FANCY SERVICE!
One that is given TO humans BY humans -- a high-performance goal-oriented training! NOT workouts -- Real, organized, periodized training and overall life- changing process!
But the worst is -- and he knows it -- that LONG term he's done.
Its only a matter of time.
A business that doesn't grow, dies.
Also no real good coach will ever work for him, after i RESPECTfully shared my story.
Of course they did everything in order to stop me from spreading the truth -- or at least my own view on it. They hacked my own facebook account deleting it -- then the submitted for spam my 2nd and third posts.
Which is a dick move. The original one was FULL of replies of my clients, basically saying two things: 1) Being surprised i was getting such shit money for all the work i put and 2) Confirming what i said
Now this is my PERSONAL facebook profile, so i'm allowed my own views and free speech right?
No... of course the firm found a way to silence those posts. Still not sure how they did it, btw.
Man i should've gone with the police that thay when i left... but it doesn't matter now. It's over.
Nowadays i have new dreams. I realize it was foolish of me to not think about my finances and pay attention to the money making process. Sigh... as much as it pains me to realize it, world ain't as simple as "just give value"... from so much giving, i was left with almost nothing for food or hope.
Our industry here is utterly small. 99% of the gyms are commercial crap and you cant make real Strength and Conditioning business there -- you have to be a steroid guru, a dumb junkie. Rich Piana type of person in order to be there.
No... i wanted the real Steve Jobs stuff. The real service and real honesty and genuine shit. Heck, that's why if i could not FIND such place -- i'd BUILD it! And i did!
But it wasn't mine... that was the mistake.
Now the worst part is that i'm not really sure this is what i want to do.
I was not happy.
yep, i repeat -- i was NOT happy.
Was very mind-fucked when i realized that. All this success, all these people who cheer your name... you ride the fame a bit and realize -- the next day is just the same.
I was giving it all, thinking its my passion and mission... but i did not find happiness from ACHIEVING my passion.
No... nowadays i realize that happiness is emotion. Its something you learn to "create" inside yourself. Just like that. No reason for it.
So i am happy :)
More happy when i take the time and appreciate life!
Now as to my life plans... i have two options.
One is to build my OWN facility. But i'm not yet sure if i want to be in this business anymore. If i DO however i'd love to spend even MORE time with the business and management. Those are IMPORTANT things, not some "hello how are you" work!
Hold on, Lets get one thing straight, though -- If i'm happy... then why do anything at all, right?
Well, the truth is that we all seek to be happy.
But we gotta live too!
We have to eat, we have to move, we have to survive and thrive physically.
So it makes sense for me, if i have found happiness anywhere -- to attack and strive for that which will bring me the best LIFE-style.
I mean its not bad to be able to buy the GOOD food for yourself and your family, right? Happiness is amazing and so rare for humans to have these days, but it doesn't pay the bills!
So i can either start my own gym business or become like my brother - a software engineer, a programmer. This is one of the ONLY jobs in the country, which is LEGEAL and it doesn't take 5-10 years of study and academics to reach sensible point in.
Not saying it is easy (although i've always been close to these kind of fields) but i'm saying its WORTH it.
So in the past year i've walked BOTH of these paths!
I have a plan to achieve the greatest of the greatest gym AND gym business in the whole country... and one of the best in Europe.
But for that i need some comrades, i need more people. Until we develop this idea...
... i also study code. I do not want to be in this position ever -- looking for a job on old laptop borrowed from a friend, because my 'OWN' was taken from me without warning, eating a few eggs a day and the cheapest rice because that's all i can afford.
I want to have my back-up plan. If all fails and i WANT out (notice -- not if it fails and i want to stay, but if i want to change my career path) -- i will have my route to take and not beg for money!
Hell, now i still go very cheap and economic with my food. I know what its like to be vegetarian! Only for money-reasons, not spiritual, though... (i respect all beliefs and idiologies and i'm not saying that vegetarian & vegan is wrong ! Just not my belief but... $$)
So why have i not found some mediocre job that will buy me the steak?
Because of my dreams!
I have gathered a little clients that allow me just a bit of money BUT also leave A LOT of my time free -- so that i can LEARN and WORK hard again, building from the ground up.
My programming skill and my gym idea.
If the latter one goes green -- Great!
But if it fails again -- i wont be forced to beg for loans and eat scrap.
I will act on my code-carreer and finally get something good for myself as well.
With a father being alchoholic and dear mother who doesn't earn too much (parents being effectively seperated), despite the need for our sick grandparents -- its not like i can run back to home you know.
Gotta stick through shit again!!
But this time i'm even MORE DETERMINED!
i want OUT!
I WANT the real steaks! I Want to have car!
I want to have free time to pick-up girls again!
I want to buy normal clothes!
I want to get me a good home!
And there was always this one thing that has moved my heart the most.
I cant stand the sight of someone homeless.
Its just too much.
I was thinking one day... if an angel came from heavens and asked me: "If i offer you right now to die but Not go to heaven... not get reborn... just disappear forever - AND thanks to that get ALL homeless, money-less, pained, poor and sick people on earth to be cured living fine and good -- will you do it?"
I believe i would say yes. It is very scary thing to think about, but i believe its worth it!
And i know i'm not a special snowflake, and a lot of people would make that choice.
But i also now its not possible.
What IS possible though is charity!
Often when i'm at the store, i buy extra of the cheap rice and put it in the "red cross charity" basket.
And i'm kinda offended of all people around me!
If i, the dude who can barely afford only THAT cheap rice for himself, can spend just a little for those poor kids to feed -- ANY SINGLE FUCKER CAN!
Trust me -- very few do! Oh, why... if every person was donating JUST ONE FUCKING $ for rice a month... these kids would bulk way good, man!
Well i've always dreamed of helping the poor people. Not like working that 24/7... but being a rich person and finding REAL events and fundraises that are WORTH it, that were not "earned for laziness" but real "injustice" -- with my input making it RIGHT for the poor family or person.
I do believe THAT is the definition of a Hero! A real fucking Super-Hero!
Yet i cant wipe my own ass with not-shitty paper yet!
But i WILL achieve my wealth! I will get it! ALL of it!
If right now i was rich billionaire and you ask me after the first year of "living it" what i will do.
I'd probably start and make the most amazing gyms in our country. Real training facilities with TOP level service. Will bring down the cost for entry so low, as to only cover my biggest expenses and basically GIVE this value to our world here.
Also i'd LOVE to create many emotional and powerful competitions for charity and find ways to bring happiness to the people who were born with that Minus -- that REAL disadvantage!
I'm NOT one of them!
Hell, i'm LUCKY!
I have two feet and hands... i have two eyes and my speech... i have it all man! I can't complain!
If at any point in this post you believe i hinted that i was "screwed" or somehow "mis-done" -- i'm NOT!
I firmly believe all my success or failure, all my achievemnts or losses... they are a product of my decisions and actions.
So it's my responsibility and my CHANCE!
BUT here comes the Fundraising part.
I do not have disease. I'm not hunted down by the bank.
Yeah i still have almost no health insurance (well that's bad, but..)
I can still somehow provide food for myself. Galaxy S-something? Forget it -- still using old-simple phone (i quite like it btw).
But i've been fixed on my dream -- to get OUT of that crap. I want to succeed. I want to drink mineral water. To cook nice fish. To have good clothes and life-style.
I want to help people. I want to give value.
So now i have to go through it .. i have to Endure and rise my skills again!
I want to find a way for my life to be more meaningful.
And i want to enjoy life!
I also believe a great niche would be to invest in crypto currency. I do believe if i was smart enough to have some money stashed away for investments, i would be much much richer right now.
I've been playing the "virtual money" options for quite some time now... and i do believe we live in amazing times!
So i'd love to ask you -- THE AMAZING PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ ALL MY CRAP TODAY -- to fundraise my dreams!
If i'm even able to gather just 200$ TOTAL -- i'd put them all into some stocks investments and make more money with them.
No sir -- no fucking pizza, no good meats or yummy things for me -- its time to make money work for me, its time to be SMART and HUSTLE with them!
From then on make even more money.
Finally it would buy me that "extra time" to learn my skills here and from that point it -- it has all been planned out.
And someday... maybe someday i will be able to achieve it.
Give that some of testosterone and success to the hard-working people, bring tears of joy because of my influence and be able to organize the best events and gather people -- all drive to help those, who are in real need, those who deserve it and whom life has forgotten.
For the sake of great humanity!
My name is Dimitar Mihov.
I thank you for reading through all that.
EXCUSE my not-so-well written parts.
I have attatched some pictures.
Here is a link to the website i have build (but do not own): https://fitcitygym.bg
Here is a link towards a video representation of the magic facility (to show you i'm not joking and i'm real):
My facebook Profile for anyone to confirm my identity and story:
And thank you all!