I am HotBod, I am that trainer
Like any great idea, THIS seemed like an amazing idea.
Ten years ago I became a trainer. I entered into a field that was deemed for younger, fitter, energizer bunnies of both the male and female type. I still remember at the time feeling like such an oldie as I entered into the classroom of what would be my future graduating class of 20 something’s.
Who did I think I was to be here? A Mom of three, past the age of lycra and not a top athlete. What could I offer?
….’just lil’ol me’…(echoed my insecurity)
When I was growing up, and things were all messed up, it was exercise that pulled me through. Not just any exercise, but real physical exercise. ‘The kind that you left all your problems at the door for’.
Where chin sweat was your ultimate goal!
In my background I am a skier, water skier, runner and what I found out about myself was that they were all solo sports. They were done on my own time, my own space and I always felt a sense of personal achievement when I conquered them.
When I discovered boxing, I had found my sport.
Boxing found me in my early thirties. Classes were being held at the local gym that had been around for over 30 years. The family that ran it knew everyone and everyone knew them. It was an old school gym, where weights had been collected over the years from garage sales and embroidered art of Rocky adorned the brick halls. Upstairs they had laid down fake green grass as matting. As long as you brought your towel you were sure not to catch anything. But hygiene aside, it had grit, and smelled like dirty socks that had been left in the corner, then sprayed with Dettol.
I loved it.
Boxing was a sport I could do on my own or in a group and yet still have my own space, create my own goals and work to get those throws right. But besides all that, I felt strong. Mentally strong. The bonus was that it worked everything about me, my shoulders, stomach, legs, ass, those jiggly bits…basically everything that every woman works towards.
How do I know….I am Hotbod, PT. That was the name of my studio. Sort of set myself up there, as once it was named, I had some big shoes to fill. Or rather Lorna Janes.
But the pressure just wasn’t on me, I applied it to anyone who walked thru those doors.
And they did come thru those doors. They came by word of mouth, curiosity and results.
Hotbod Studio was not a big, flashy space. It contained 6 kettle bells, a skipping rope, a fish named Balboa….and a Boxing bag. No scales and one mirror, oh and Art. Always art. In reality the ‘Studio’ was no bigger than a double bed. But it worked.
I was booked out from 5am til 9pm, 5 days a week. It turns out my age, my experience, my 3 children and my love of those clients who walked thru those studio doors was what they were looking for. But let’s face it, they came looking for results, and results they got!
Most had never experienced putting the gloves on, or having handwraps properly placed let alone given a couple of rounds. My clients had gone from never hitting a bag before to showing up with their own handwraps and their prized possessions, their very own gloves. They had pink, camouflage, silver, black, red, you name it….boxers were being built in white picket fence suburbia.
The stories, tears, swearing and absolute bursts of laughter were what kept us all going. As a trainer it became a self fulfilling prophecy, I was their to motivate and educate them. And little did they know they were helping me thru the darkest days of my life.
As a trainer, I met so many amazing people. Those times in that small space were some of the happiest days of my life. Weddings, births, engagements, divorce, death…it was all shared there.
Hotbod wasn’t just a good idea, it was an amazing idea. Lil’ol me created a space where people became empowered. And if you think it was easy, it wasn’t. For nothing that looks easy ever is.
Hotbod may have closed years ago, but the mission is still the same…if you aren’t sweating, smiling and swearing…you just aren’t doing it right.
Boxing never left me, in fact it saved me. I mean I loved the sport so much I went on to marry a Professional Boxer and open a boxing gym in Thaland. To his credit, he has just launched his book, The Bible of Boxing.. http://dennydenholm.com
And yes I will shamelessly plug his book here, as it has all you need to learn about the sweet science that I absolutely adore and has been my fountain of youth for over ten years now.
Oh and I still wear lycra xo
I am that trainer, I am Hotbod and so are you
I am Missed…..This was written a year ago as the start to my book. It explains exactly where I was January 1, 2015. I hadn’t been to sleep yet as I was in Scotland and it was Hogmanay. For those that don’t know what Hogmanay is it is the ringing in of the bells and the first foot over the door of those you love. The feelings of this are still with me today, but the things that have changed are my strength, my knowledge and my absolute determination to help those that are missed or missing.
Christmas is around the corner, one of the hardest times of the year for me. But with that I know I am not alone and I hope you know neither are you. I have my knight in shining armour by my side, and when the days are dark he shows me the light. This Christmas, in my heart I am walking thru your doors, please know you are missed and I missed you.
I missed you every day.
I missed you every single day.
Did you know that?
Did you know that I missed you so much that there were no words to describe the gaping, aching unstoppable pain?
Did you know that? Did you know that I missed every part of you, every day, and every day again? Over and over. Days went past, months and then a year and then years.
But the days went by and the ache didn’t. The loss never left.
So one day, I just stopped missing you.
You might ask me why one day.
I hope we get that chance….
All I can say is that if I kept missing you, I might lose my mind. And then what if one day, one miraculous day you came back. But in those days, months and years of missing you, I had lost myself.
And then what if I missed you because I had lost me. That would be the ultimate loss for both of us. So I just had to stop. And, so, I stopped.
I am missed, I am this Woman
Knowing the author on such a personal level you would think it would be easy for me to put a foreword together to summarize this amazing man. It however has not bee an easy task at all.
This book can only be described as the, ‘tip of the iceberg’, to what this man has achieved and continues to achieve in his life to this day.
Actually, hand on my heart I would need to write another book just to try to capture his many journeys. Here is my very honest view from the year 2015 from the bird’s eye view of his biggest fan.
He has taught me so much in the years I have known him and with each situation that has arisen; I am always amazed with his grace under pressure, his ability to see every side and to always approach from the attitude of love.
The book that you are about to embark on, (I say embark because it is a journey), was written by a man who has experienced the hardest training in the military to come out a Royal Marine Commando at seventeen years old. Not only did he have a Green Beret, Denny had won the Welterweight Title of the Royal Marines and launched himself into a new world.
A young man, whose ego saw him reach the highest and lowest forms of debauchery, drugs and eventually prison. A man volunteered a career at war fighting for what he thought he believed in, whilst still trying to maintain his relationship with his long distance relationship with his son. He experienced divorce, humiliation and isolation from the very communities he was willing to defend. Eventually turning his back on love, he focused on a life in Australia close to his son.
This is a man who loves his faith and wants to embrace all others; he has travelled long and extensively to search for the meaning of it all and in doing so has overcome his own battles.
How was it possible for him to pick him self-up, let the dust settle and soldier on? With every step he took forward he started to notice that his approach, or his attitude, was dictating his time and energy. Facing his fears and possible abandonment from society, he chose to do the opposite of what would be considered a normal human response to incredibly stressful circumstances. He started to listen and engage in hard hitting situations where others would usually turn their backs, he would open himself up to the possibility that with the right attitude a positive solution could always be found.
This is where I come in; it was thru his light, character and his absolute magnitude of beaming, positive energy, that I was drawn to him. At first not in a romantic way, but like the many people who have come into contact with him, I was immediately drawn to his energy, honesty and his hope.
He exudes an energy and vibrancy that envelops all and leaves know one unnoticed.
As his travels have taken him far from his home in Scotland, he could see that his attitude was reflected in those that had experienced the harder side of life. His time spent in Iraq as a soldier and dealing with casualties of war, he witnessed how each persons attitude literally determined whether they lived or died. He noticed while travelling South East Asia in some of the most poorest of areas that those people were always smiling, regardless of their situation.
Then on the streets of Australia as he busked for money, he found the homeless people and those without anything were the ones willing to give the most. In LA he spoke with homeless war veterans and faced the reality of what war was really all about and how they coped. With each step that I have walked with him, his truth remains; your attitude to life is everything.
As the years with Denny have passed, this will be into our eighth year of knowing each other, he has evolved so much, and as a human that is really what we are all supposed to do right?
Even now I learn so much from this man and his approach to life in dealing with hard situations, with each one, he always comes with the intent from love.
Could you do the same?
This book is written for you and me, to help us find solutions in those situations that seem impossible.
Denny has written a heads up book from his personal experiences to teach you that there is always a solution as long as you can, ‘Just Get on With It’.
Thank you for taking me walkabout with you Dennyboy xx
Attitude Revolution – Out Now
Bible of Boxing Volume One the Foundations – Out Now
Fighting Your Demons – Out Now
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