A Fat Doctor Gives You Nutrition Advice. You Say:
“Fuck off.” Respectfully.
People who don’t practice what they preach have absolutely no place telling you what to do when it comes to your health and wellbeing.
Seems this happens all too often though, doesn’t it? I absolutely CANNOT watch television shows that offer any form of physical transformation advice through either nutrition, training or a combination thereof. This has now leaked into real life.
As you’re probably aware, I train in a couple of Globo Gyms here in Glasgow with my BAMF team mates. This means I have to see and hear coaching advice coming from “qualified personal trainers” in these places. It is utterly horrifying. I recently saw a guy built like a preying mantis getting advice from some meathead trainer about performing seated short-repped behind the neck shoulder press ‘for strength’.
Another occasion saw a trainer walking past two gentlemen that were seconds away from destroying their lumbar spine in a hail of vertebrae and jammie dodgers with some of the worst deadlifting form you have ever clapped eyes on.
On both occasions (and more) I intervened. I had to. It wasn’t my place, but it felt like my duty. The preying mantis now knows what to eat and how to train and the deadlift guys will be able to train on their own recognisance without imminent lumbar destruction.
Let’s bring it a little closer to the Home Bone shall we? Let’s talk about CrossFit training. The most potent of doses. There are more affiliates now than I have hairs on my head (don’t laugh at me) and this brings with it a fairly sizeable problem. There seems to be a lot of buy in from those who perceive CrossFit as more of a marketing tool than a training one, and that does for strength and conditioning what that retard Pastor Terry Jones did for international relations.
What I mean by the above is, you’re getting a lot of “fitness professionals” opening CrossFit boxes and hammering their clients with this ‘crazy new functional fitness’ thing they’ve found out about on the internets. Now, these people are likely to have been training people by traditional (80′s to current traditional, not proper traditional) methods. You know. Stretch. Warm up. Re stretch. Re warm up. Sit at your machine of choice. Reps. Move to other machine. Reps. Weight assisted pull-ups. Reps. Good total body workout! These guys have found CrossFit and have seen the light, affiliated, opened a box and are hammering clients into the ground with ‘challenging workouts’. They are also failing to coach these clients. Just get in, smash yourself and we’ll see you tomorrow for more smashings. Luckily, there is now a test one has to pass to become a CrossFit affiliate. I have not yet seen this test, so can’t comment on the depth it goes into about programming.
Programming. It has been commented on many times, by many people more articulate and seasoned in strength and conditioning than myself. I am a qualified hobbyist, nothing more. BAMF Athletics is not a business, it is a club. The idea is train together, learn together and I lead by example. I attempt to pass on everything I know about movements, why we train as we do and what the hell for. I try to give those I train with an understanding of what correct form is, what incorrect form is and the corrections and cues we can employ to remedy imperfection. It’s my duty. It means when I’m under the bar, someone can fix faults, just like I do when they’re under it. This is the same deal for most of the ‘small box’ gyms we frequent, but not all.
My first experience of CrossFit was a very mixed bag, which I articulated in my last post – The Conundrum. I was embraced by the community and loved every second of it, but the gym owner had gone a bit wrong. He was overweight, would seldom coach and would never take part. All he did was ‘the programming’. His idea of training clients was to construct a workout so heinous that you were smashed by the warmup and the workout itself was a lengthy festival (sometimes a carnival) of pain. Always. Even back then with my elementary understanding of training, I could see little or not variation or focus to the workouts. They were long, nasty, client smashers. This was cool, everyone loved the camaraderie of training themselves to destruction and came back for more. This is not the point. We were stronger. We were fitter. But we had no choice. I didn’t learn a single thing from that guy. I learned a great deal from other coaches on certifications, but the owner of this place taught me nothing. All he did was write stuff on a board, put on some music, watch you workout and film it. That is properly fucking useless. Classic ‘gym owner’. Watch the money roll in and the hamsters on their wheels.
One of my most beautiful, strong and fierce friends was once told by this guy that she was pathetic for taking a day off of training after two weeks. She may be a firebreather, but by that point she was so overtrained and physically destroyed I feel it could have taken her a year to recover. This is not coaching. This is bullying. What do bullies have in common? They are stupid.
This is where the analogy of my title comes in. A fat doctor gives you nutritional advice. There is something very wrong with that scenario. What could possibly drive you to take any recommendations from someone who does not heed their own words? Who should you listen to? What constitutes a good coach? How can you tell if they are worth it? Out of the blue I posed this question to my (then) good lady. She does not do any strength and conditioning. She likes sport climbing and running, much to my chagrin, as she can deadlift and clean and press out the building.
Her response was:
1. Be sincere.
2. Be engaging.
3. Practice what you preach.
I can dig that. I only listen to the advice of those who are serious about advancement, emphatic about what they do and have greater strength, fitness, skill, success, experience, knowledge, or any combination thereof than my own. You should too.
If your coach is a fat guy, and he tells you what to eat, do not listen to him.
If he cannot articulate succinctly how to perform an exercise and show you how to do it, do not listen to him.
If he cannot outlift, outrun or out manoeuvre you (notwithstanding the monster athletes among us mortals), do not listen to him.
Experience is an interesting one. Mark Rippetoe of Wichita Falls Athletic Club has been in the gym, training himself and others longer than I’ve been alive pretty much. He taught me more about training in two days than I had learned in my whole life up until that point. John Welbourn (@johnwelbourn on Twitter) of CrossFit Football was a professional NFL player for nine years. This is obvious experience.
Not so obvious experience is Dutch Lowy, born in 1982, exceptional coach and CrossFit top performer who wrote the article Have a Fucking Clue, specifically about maximising training effeciveness. I personally received coaching from Jon Gilson of Again Faster, two years my junior, gave me insight into movements, how they work, why they work and how to coach them, shedding light on a history of being in the dark. It’s not about a coach’s age.
While doing a British Weight Lifting Association course, I actually had to stop another coach from performing a movement because it was so unsafe. This man was ten years older than me and had his Level 3 Personal Trainer Certificate as well as the top National Academy of Sports Medicine accreditation. A list of qualifications means nothing.
A good coach loves to coach and loves to train. If your coach does neither of these things he is not a coach. He is your landlord and you’re paying for nothing.
Evaluate what you’re learning next time you’re in the gym. If the answer is zero, you’re in the wrong place.
