If you are reading this, you are probably one of the loyal members who continues to read the newsletter as well as clicking on my blog posts. Last week you may noticed in the newsletter that I wrote a little statement about how The BAR was up 77% from last year's workout numbers for the same month.
I got some mixed revues for posting such a bold statement. Why did I post it? Simple! I want everyone to know that The BAR is rock'n harder than any other business in the area. Not just fitness business (we put those guys to shame), but just business in general.
The BAR isn't going anywhere. We are stronger than ever. Yes, we have had some transition in the last couple of months. We've lost a couple of trainers to fire fighting and one to a career position where he can get better use out of his Master's Degree. Both of which will be back to help periodically and potentially they will continue long term with us.
So, even with transition we are growing. Honestly, I believe we will continue to grow because we are all willing to work hard and strive to give the best customer service that is possible. When other gyms are cutting towel service and cutting hours. We are buying new towels, adding fresher scents and offering new exercise options and incentives to refer friends and family to us.
Yada yada yada. I can chat all day about what we are doing here but the truth of the matter is; Tracie and I love our staff and we love to work with each and every one of our members.
I look forward to coming into the office everyday and finding out what I can do to make someones exercise experience better. For instance, one of our members the other day asked if we can get more matts for the stretch class as well as a AED (just in case). Right then, Kevin got online and ordered five more matts and I am in the process of saving my nickels for an AED... they cost about $1,500, so I need to manange cash flow to be able to purchase one.
I'm willing to do what other gym guys won't. I'll put more into my studio to make sure that your experience is special.. that's how we do business.. we take care of people and those people take care of us.
Ok, I'm done... any feedback is always appreciated... enjoy and have a successful week!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Where Did Respect Go?
If any of my former coaches ever read this article I bet you they would chuckle and say "wow the kids come a long way." What I'm talking about is the lack of respect that young athletes have towards their peers. I remember in Nevada where I grew up and played ball since I was 4 years old I used to show up to the ball park and do what I thought I was supposed to do.. play ball.
I never thought one bit about hustle or "busting my butt." I used to think that I did all those things.
It wasn't until my senior year at Carson High School when I was being recruited by the University of Nevada Reno. This was a huge opportunity for myself and my family. Everyone from my area wanted to play for Reno but very few ever got the chance. Most players went to junior colleges in California from my area. Anyway, we were playing our first night game ever at our park and the opponent was McQueen High School who was our biggest oponent at the time.
The UNR coaches called my dad and told him that they would be at the game and to sit with them if he liked. I was extremely excited to say the least. This is where it all went wrong. We were down by a run in the bottom of the fourth inning. I was up to the plate with a guy at second. I think I had walked my first two at bats, but looking back it really isn't relevant. Anyway, down by a run and I'm up, swinging from the left side of the plate. The pitcher through me a fastball down the middle and I hit a lazy fly ball to right field. I knew it would be caught and I slowly jogged down to first base.
It was something that I more than likely had done before but this time I had guys watching me. Well, the coaches got up and left right then. My dad looked at them and they said, "we don't want a player that isn't going to hustle for us!"
That was it. My one chance at a scholarship at UNR... GONE!
To say the least, my dad ripped my butt when I got home and my coaches ripped my butt prior to that when I got in the dugout.
I never argued with my coach about it and from that day forward, I hustled for every ball and every play that I could be involved in. (I'll finish the rest tomorrow.. I've got more... tune in tomorrow to read the rest of the story..)
I never thought one bit about hustle or "busting my butt." I used to think that I did all those things.
It wasn't until my senior year at Carson High School when I was being recruited by the University of Nevada Reno. This was a huge opportunity for myself and my family. Everyone from my area wanted to play for Reno but very few ever got the chance. Most players went to junior colleges in California from my area. Anyway, we were playing our first night game ever at our park and the opponent was McQueen High School who was our biggest oponent at the time.
The UNR coaches called my dad and told him that they would be at the game and to sit with them if he liked. I was extremely excited to say the least. This is where it all went wrong. We were down by a run in the bottom of the fourth inning. I was up to the plate with a guy at second. I think I had walked my first two at bats, but looking back it really isn't relevant. Anyway, down by a run and I'm up, swinging from the left side of the plate. The pitcher through me a fastball down the middle and I hit a lazy fly ball to right field. I knew it would be caught and I slowly jogged down to first base.
It was something that I more than likely had done before but this time I had guys watching me. Well, the coaches got up and left right then. My dad looked at them and they said, "we don't want a player that isn't going to hustle for us!"
That was it. My one chance at a scholarship at UNR... GONE!
To say the least, my dad ripped my butt when I got home and my coaches ripped my butt prior to that when I got in the dugout.
I never argued with my coach about it and from that day forward, I hustled for every ball and every play that I could be involved in. (I'll finish the rest tomorrow.. I've got more... tune in tomorrow to read the rest of the story..)
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