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INTRODUCTION There comes a time when the elastic snaps. When you push yourself to breaking point, and everything crashes down. My breaking point came on a gloomy Monday morning commute in 2015. Sitting in my car, waiting for the lights to change, I looked at two guys in their cars on either side of me. They looked as miserable as I felt. At that moment, I burst into tears. "What the fuck was I doing with my life?" I was unhappy in my personal life and hated my job. I couldn't see a way out. I was too invested in my career; too old to start again. Looking back, I didn't know jack shit about bui...
INTRODUCTION There comes a time when the elastic snaps. When you push yourself to breaking point, and everything crashes down. My breaking point came on a gloomy Monday morning commute in 2015. Sitting in my car, waiting for the lights to change, I looked at two guys in their cars on either side of me. They looked as miserable as I felt. At that moment, I burst into tears. "What the fuck was I doing with my life?" I was unhappy in my personal life and hated my job. I couldn't see a way out. I was too invested in my career; too old to start again. Looking back, I didn't know jack shit about building a fitness business. Corporate marketing is one thing. Doing everything from scratch alone in a different industry is another. I didn't have a creative agency or a multimillion-pound budget. All I had was a Personal Trainer certificate and the ironparadisefitness.com domain name. Nevertheless, I started building my online empire. Or, as I now refer to it, pissing in the wind for two years. I would write lousy articles, post selfies, and wonder why clients weren't beating down my virtual door. Desperate to carve a way out of corporate life, I vowed not to quit. My business was my obsession. Going out, meeting friends, and taking a break were a rarity. I thought it was the only way to be successful. I became a hermit. A recluse. Like the creepy guy kids fear in horror movies. "That's Old Man Mitchell from No. 29. He never leaves the house." "Some say he only goes outside to dispose of the dead bodies." I wasn't that bad, but my social life went on ice. I studied nutrition and learned the intricacies of exercise mechanics. I read books and invested in courses on social media, copywriting, and web design. Iron Paradise Fitness had consumed my entire life, and I loved it. It was the fire in my belly I'd been missing. The passion I needed. Although, it did make for awkward conversations on Tinder dates. "What do you like to do in your spare time?" The innocent question would come. "Well, I'm building my own business right now, so that's my main focus." "Ah, cool. But what do you like to do for fun?" "Work on my business." "Yeah, but what about when you're not doing that?" "I'm either working on my business, thinking about working on my business, or eating." "Oh!..."
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