Fitness: The Power of Words

This morning… I awoke with an overwhelming spirit of “can’t”.


Stardate: 21st February, 2016


Some of you know me: Corey Springer; that insane fitness guy from St. George – “I mean… did you SEE what he made those people do with those tires? Oh hell, are they about to push trucks?!!” – That guy.

Some of you are clients of mine… and aware of my super-long work days: 7-12 one-hour long Personal Training (PT) slots per day, plus 3 hour-long bootcamps per week, plus a couple hours per day of administration and cleaning/upkeep.

Some of you, just see the end product.

Both groups of you miss two things, that I plan on sharing with you today.

And they are:

  1. Despite appearances, I struggle with my own personal fitness… daily!
  2. Sometimes, despite my best intentions, I fail.

Today, I’d like to talk to you about not failing.

Today, I woke with a spirit of “can’t”. For whatever reason, I missed several workouts this week. To accommodate, I’d thrown in some sessions on the days I had bootcamp. So, needless to say, by the end of those days, I was pretty fried mentally and emotionally. Friday and Saturday were like that. Today, Sunday, after my first client – I had absolutely no interest in doing anything exercise-related.

A glass of wine maybe. Some cuddle-time with my daughter and pups, maybe. The cardio I was supposed to do? Hell no.

“I can’t. I am not able.” – These are the words I’d told myself over and over, from the time my alarm went off at 4 a.m… conditioning myself to a day of failure.

And, I would have failed… had I not walked past the mirror and caught a glimpse of the sloped-shouldered, dejected guy there.

It was me… but it wasn’t. The weight of my words bore down on my frame, contorting me into someone unrecognisable. Someone who I, in that moment, no longer wanted to be.

I grabbed my bike. I grabbed my gear. I whispered to myself: “I can.” And, I hurried out through the door. In my haste, I even forgot my water.

2 kilometres in – “OH MY GOD! My legs are burning. How am I going to get home?!”

4.4 kilometres in – “This isn’t so bad. But how am I going to get home?”

7 kilometres in – “My lips! Oh God! I’m parched! But, I’m making it! Why is there so much broken glass on the road? Will I get a flat tire? Is that RAIN I smell?!”

8.9 kilometres in – “I can do this. I can.”

10.94 kilometres – As I live at the top of a hill, I had to sprint the last 50 metres. My lungs were shot. My legs were shot. My legs were shot. Did I mention that my legs were shot?


…but I made it.

I wouldn’t have, if I hadn’t fed my subconscious different words.

You may have rolled your eyes at this point, if you haven’t done so multiple times before now. I get it. I truly do.

I don’t look like someone who’d understand your struggle. I’m not the fat teen I was (- the fat teen that hardly anyone remembers as being so, because my current persona is so overpoweringly-Mr.-fitness). I’m not the heavily medicated asthmatic teen I used to be.

I’m also not the 20 years old, with no responsibilities.

I’m you: mid-30s, a full time business (-three really); a wife, a daughter, two dogs, and bills that need to be paid every month.

I am your body issues, your deadlines, your logic. All of those things affect my life, as they do yours.

And, like you… I am also my words.

So… Will YOU join me, in changing your defining phrase today?

You “can”.

Yours in fitness,
– Corey Springer
Apollo Fitness Barbados

Confidence is a Bumpy Road

Stardate: 21st September 2014


I have a confession.

I… I struggle with self confidence.

Many don’t realise this, because of the level of persistence, detail, and work I put in to anything I want in life.

I am confident in the things I have achieved and learned… But never confident during the process.


But, despite doubts… I keep my head down and work until I achieve what I desire. Insanity? Maybe. My cognitive processes are anything but normal, and I’m fine with that.

One thing I’ve always doubted, but worked insanely hard at is my artistry.

I’ve heard comments on both sides of the coin: “he’s a gimmick”; “he’s brilliant.”

Many times I’m not sure which side I fall on. But then they are nights like tonight when, full of doubt, I touch the mic…and get lost in the art… And sometimes I fall out of the zone for a second and realise that people around are also caught up.

Those are the moments that I live and work for… In all areas of my life.

I’ve babbled.

All of this to say: look for those moments.

Doesn’t matter if it’s in your job or relationship, or hobby, or a new skill you’re looking to learn.

Look for those moments when everything around you melts away, and you find yourself immersed in the purity of your pursuit.

…That moment when you smile from your very soul.

Confidence is a bumpy road.
Use those sparks to keep it well-lit.

-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

People who post Motivational Posters…

…are usually unhappy, social vampires.

Social Vampire in Training


I apologise in advance if I’m unveiling your scam to the world… but, i see through you: Posting quotes from authors you’ve never read; stuff you think people will like.

‘Cus if they like it: they’ll click ‘like’ on the post. Maybe they’ll comment. Maybe they’ll share. Maybe they’ll thank you for your positivity, and laud you for your depth… and maybe the mist generated, will elevate you above the darkness and doubt inside that you choose to hide from yourself.

But you’ll still be unhappy. And tomorrow you’ll do it all over again.

/end rant

Stardate: 5th September 2014

To access a positive outcome, a person needs to be able to think in (and quantify) negatives. This is where the omni-positive-everything-will-work-out crowd ends up spinning its wheels, posting ‘inspirational’ pics, while failing.

‘Cus everything does *not* work out: life isn’t unicorns farts and rainbows. With light comes dark, dirty begets clean… Likewise, failure and success are opposing sides of the same coin.

Focusing on one, without formulating contingencies for the other, won’t make the preferred outcome the automatic one.

There is nothing wrong with fear, for example.

Fear makes us aware of our surroundings, our limits, potential threats, and pitfalls.

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid daily.

I acknowledge this.

But, do you know what happens next? I quantify it. I measure the risks (if any), the threats (if any)… and I come up with a plan. Then: One foot in front of the other.

Left. Right. Left.

I doubt.

Left. Right. Left.

I doubt daily.

But, I also trust… and persevere.

Left. Right. Left.


Every emotion we have,  ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ alike, is valid… and purposed.

Don’t be afraid to be afraid.

Don’t be ‘that guy’.

-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

Fake it, ‘Til you Make it

Stardate: 4th September 2014

“Get real!”

We applaud children for their ability to pretend. We pay actors hundreds of thousands of dollars for the same ability… All-the-while, crying down our fellow adults for not being ‘real’ enough. Humans are so confused… so very confused.

There is a place for fake.

For example:
The customer isn’t always right.

Sometimes the customer is a cunt. But being a good businessperson means slapping on your most sincere pretend smile, spreading your imaginary broad back even broader, and rolling with it.


Sometimes, your life decisions go against the grain…leaving you as your only supporter.

Sometimes, ‘here’ is the last place you want to be.

Sometimes, you’re broke and hungry.

Sometimes, you’re unhappy. But, becoming the success you know you can be means slapping on that fake confidence, rubbing that pretend-full tummy, and sauntering cooly in to the belly of the beast… Cus if you wore your true circumstance outwardly, it would remain your reality.

Fake it til you make it.
Make-believe isn’t only a childhood indulgence.

-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

Too busy for Fitness? Bullshit.

Stardate: 24th August 2014

Ok… So you’re ‘too busy’ (or too disinterested) to fit in a workout each day. Are you also ‘too busy’ to adhere to your diet?

It pisses me off to watch people (who know better) piss hard-earned results away due to poor food choices. If you can’t make the gym, stick to eating the foods you know you should in the quantities you know you should. There is ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NO REASON why your weight should go up. A couple months away from the gym should mean one thing, and one thing only: some muscular atrophy (ie the muscle shrink a bit from lack of use, and ‘tone’ diminishes a bit). Not 20+ lbs of bodyfat.

Stop blaming your schedule. Start blaming:
– your need to stuff every fucking cookie your co-workers bring in to share in to your pie hole
– The soft drinks and juices you decided to replace your water intake with
– The chocolate you hide in your desk to ‘give you energy’ when your afternoon coffee binge loses its buzz.

Stop. Doing. Stupid. Shit.

fuck your excuses

Tomorrow’s a new day. Get back on that horse.

p.s. –>

Yours in Fitness,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer