05:30 AM - 06:30 AM Strength/Pull (Olympic & Power) - Ben M.
07:00 AM - 08:00 AM Hybrid Training - Camilo
08:00 AM - 09:00 AM Women's Group - Tara
12:00 PM - 01:00 PM Strength/(Olympic)w/David G & Beginners w/Camilo
05:00 PM - 06:00 PM All Power w/Mike
05:00 PM - 06:00 PM Strength/Pull (Olympic) w/Ben C.
05:00 PM - 06:00 PM Women's Group - Tara
05:30 PM - 06:30 PM Hybrid Training w/Bryan
06:00 PM - 07:00 PM Strength/Pull (Olympic) Ben C.
Probably More than You Ever Wanted to Know
by Tara Louise Getty
Thursday May 17th 2012 10:38 PM
How do you/we/me choose a gym?
I’ll answer the question (partially) by telling the story of how I chose to make Midtown Strength and Conditioning my home, my business and my love.
I was like so many people. I’ve always (kind of) worked out. At least I always had a gym membership. I swam when I was young and did pretty well. I wasn’t great. I was good. Good was okay for me. When my Mom could she would drop me off at the pool throughout the summer months of most of my youth. Otherwise I walked. And while it wasn’t a really long walk, there were a ton of hills involved. I grew up in Marin County. San Rafael to be exact and San Rafael has got hills. I walked because swimming and the community of the racquet club saved my life. Everyday. Our swim team would practice in the morning. We would play tennis (sometimes) in the mid-morning. Eat lunch, layout and then practice again. My Mom almost always picked me up at the end of the day. I guess you could say the Club was my babysitter and a sanctuary from a chaotic home.
But whatever the case, I loved it. We had swim meets most Saturdays and my Mom almost always went. But like I said I wasn’t great. I was good. It was a LONG time ago. My memory is shaky. But I do recall being happy on the blocks starting a race. I remember, not wanting to win, but wanting to make my team, my Mom and my Coach happy.
While I never became a champion, the very best thing swimming did for me was to introduce and enforce a system of fitness in my life.
And then I became a crazy rebellious green haired teenager and swimming and any fitness fell by the wayside to The Cure, Depeche Mode, Siouxsie and the Banshees and eventually Mod (if you are too young for these references; look them up). This would be my High School Years and really the only time I can remember not working out. I swam in one meet in High School and it was a hot mess. I was not prepared. Not in shape. And very embarrassed by the outcome.
Post High School and during Junior College, I found the “Gym.” First there was Nautilus Gym (remember them?). I worked at the juice bar to pay for my membership. I did it for a while. I did a lot of cardio. I was “skinny” and had no real goals or the benefit of a program to guide my way. But I looked good so I was happy. I wasn’t exactly skinny fat (a term I love to use). But I was certainly skinny not useful. If you had asked me if I wanted to be strong, I would have probably said, “Huh?”
From there, I landed at a Gold’s Gym where the boys were cute. I went often; obviously. And, while I shudder in my Hoodie right now, I wore more than once a hot pink leotard (is that what you call it) with a thong back over black bicycle shorts and probably reeboks. Just shoot me. But it was the 80s/90s and we knew no better. Thank you Jane Fonda. I am sure you can imagine too that the outfit did not really lend itself to goal attainment (well unless the guy on the bike next to me was the goal).
So anyway, I went from Gold’s to the outdoors. We’ll call it my hippy phase. I lived so close to one of the most beautiful mountains in California (Mount Tamalpais), and because there was probably a cute guy involved, I took to hiking and biking. This is still during the Junior College Years (I was there for awhile). It was not uncommon for me to take a hike or run on the mountain pre-classes and then again in the afternoon. And I was probably in the healthiest phase of my young life. I loved it. I also took up fishing in order to spend even more time “up there.” I was tanned, my legs looked great, I felt capable and I was no longer wearing thongs to exercise…thank you Baby Jesus (or random cute guy) for showing me the way.
So then came Cal Poly. I love you San Luis Obispo (SLO). My first year there, I didn’t do much besides work, study and work and study. I was lost. My roommate was perpetually perfect (body and brains) and I became remorse in my less than perfect body and brains. Thank the Lord this didn’t last long. All at once I fell into a group (read boys) who ran; a lot and sometimes from the police. But regardless, they ran and I ran too. And I HATED it. And my hips hurt. And I was slow.
In SLO, I also took up my previous habit of loving the mountains. So, I found my love again hiking and biking. Which I learned at this time was my peace. No matter how sad, pissed or frustrated I was, I could work it out on the mountain. And I will never forget walking into class with a huge “raspberry” covering my right leg, limping and having the Professor ask, “What the hell happened to you?” And with some amount of pride, I answered, “I biffed.” And the fall wasn’t insignificant; I fell off and rolled down for what could have been forever, terrified of scars (not for my life). And to this day, I am scared of mountain bike riding.
I stayed in SLO far past my graduation date. I began my “career” and again lost fitness for a time. And by God was I skinny and unhealthy and miserable. It was time to leave that “bubble.”
Growing up in Marin, we often ridiculed Sacramento (the Skids). So when I told my family I was moving to SacRaTomato, they laughed and said, “Good luck.” You have to remember that going from Marin to SLO was not a stretch. They are both blessed places and the homes to 75 degrees. They had beaches, hills and bliss. The horizon of Sacramento did not have either, but I sucked it up and went. For my “career.”
It’s in Sacramento that everything happened slowly/painfully to where I am now. I worked in the Capitol for the first few years and then I travelled a lot. I became stationed in places like Stockton, Fresno and Modesto…for long periods of time. And I worked a lot. I stressed a lot. I was skinny. My dog was fat.
After several years in SacTown, I got a job outside the Capitol, and it was great. And this is, now, where I start to get uncomfortable. My job was awesome. I worked a lot. I still travelled a bit. But most of my traveling was via e-mail, to politicians and wannabe politicians, who consumed my every breath of energy. And at the same time, my Mom became very ill.
My co-worker and I joined 24 Hour (Downtown) and we were pretty religious about going. But we were not praying to the strength God. Rather we I stayed on the treadmill/stair climber/bike (while holding a latte and watching TV) long enough to forget we were unhappy and tired and unsatisfied and working like dogs for the rest of our lives? And we did. But we were bored. And tired. And unsatisfied. And not strong. And gerbils.
So we decided we run a marathon. In Seattle. In November. Good God.
And then my Mom died and while we remained committed to run, our training for the race became way less than great. We had a funeral, work and life to deal with. It became a race against us. No one thought we could do it. In fact, it was the chuckle of an ex-boyfriend, when I told him I was going to do it that became my main motivation to get past my lack of training and fucking run 24.6 miles. Damn Boys!
I hated the marathon. I finished. My feet were battled and bruised. It took a long time because I was not in the shape to “run” effectively; if there is even such a thing. The only thing I liked was shopping and eating in Seattle. Done.
Back to life and back to reality. I was left with a dead Mom. A fucked up foot, and a job that was once fun but gave way to an eye twitch and more boring workouts at 24 hour.
Oh my God, this is becoming a long story. I am getting to the point though.
I was at rock bottom. I needed a new challenge. Someone suggested I take my workouts up a notch…or die, and I wasn’t ready to die. Rather, I found my way to Body Tribe Fitness and saw the light.
Body Tribe is Chip Conrad. I trained at Body Tribe for 2 years. But most importantly, I met strength.
And instantly my life changed and my body too. I became strong rather than skinny and not useful. I bench pressed for the first time. I squatted and deadlifted. I was not super strong but I was inspired. I wanted to get stronger. I wanted to get better. I wasn’t worried about being faster. Running was a thing of the past for me. I was on a mission to have a muscle or two or three. I was angry much less. I was becoming the “lady” whom you know. Whether you wanted to or not.
I met Camilo at Body Tribe. His own mission was to open a gym. And as we were a couple by then, I wanted to participate and be a part of it.
I was intent to keep my “job” and do the gym as a side. But I quickly realized that to get stronger and to be successful (that is to change people’s lives) I would have to commit to the gym and similarly my own training to succeed.
And now folks; all of my dreams are coming true; I have a successful business. I love the people I train with. I’m not skinny. I’m capable. And some days I even love me.
I start the best part of my journey now with Midtown Strength and Conditioning (MTSC). And then came Super Training (ST). And then came me.
MTSC is four years in the making. I am too.
I squat 314 lbs
I deadlift 319 lbs
I bench 214 lbs.
I will never do another marathon. I resolve to be Great. I wake up at 4:30 a.m. every morning. I am a member of Super Training.