Now…get this…the TRAINERS at the gym say that this…affliction…is due to my training methods! WTH???
In case you were wondering, I’m currently NOT in a western culture country at the moment.
Unless your “training methods” include cracking him on the forearm with a tire iron this is of course preposterous. Depending on which non western culture country you’re in you may find it an impossible task disabusing them of this notion.
The fact of the matter is you may be right. I’m working in China (a light skinned/blue eyed guy, nonetheless), and quite frankly, I think the other trainers are a little intimidated or feel threatened by my hanging out with the manager and her hubby.
Now, to be fair…all the other trainers are bigger than me, stronger than me (but not by much, to be honest), but have been locked into their ways for a while. (I"m getting bigger and stronger too…thanks to hard training and the Anabolic Diet…lol).
Just wait until I put the 2 of them through Total Body Workouts with GPP work on off days…that should get the crap talk up and moving again. =P
All that being said he may have injured himself while you were training him, but that’s not the same as your training causing the injury. You would think guys that were able to make decent progress would know better so maybe it is a symbolic competition with the capitalist intruder after all ;-D .
BTW, what, pray tell, are you doing in China? I saw that you’re a teacher so I would figure you’re teaching huh?
About “capitalist intruder”…well, I don’t think it’s that way anymore (“Capitalist pig dog” and so on.). There is a high level of “We’re better than you.”-type thing going on, though.
The fact is that they feel threatened because the manager wants me to start helping out there. Figure this: You are working there, you have a bigger body and are a little stronger than the foreigner…but the foreigner is being treated so well. Perhaps it’s pure jealousy (and subsequent undermining of the foreigner).
I could write about this forever (it’s a HYOOGE topic, much deeper than can be put into a few paragraphs), as I’ve done so in some blogs I’ve chronicled these kinds of experiences in.
Let’s just say it’s a country of extremes…the good things are extremely good and the bad things can make your worst nightmares seem like a “Hello Kitty” comic.
As for what I’m doing here: you nailed it…teaching.