So a week ago I went and got CPR/AED certified. I needed it to sit for my NASM Personal Trainer exam today.
For the last week I have been freaking out about how much material needed to be memorized for the exam. Assessments, formulas, exercises, muscles, biology, psychology. JC and Superman kept assuring me that I would pass the exam, with ease. My inner fat girl disagreed.
Friday Superman must have been able to see my apprehension written all over my face. My fear of disappointing him. Even though I told him I'd be OK if I didn't pass, that I'd retest, he looked at me and said " I'm not going to love you any less if that happens". How did he get to be so stinkin smart at his age?
Friday night JC texted me messages of love and support.
So this morning I woke up early, dressed in my Superman shirt (for luck) , and left the house for the 45 minute drive to the testing center. On the way I saw a billboard for a popular manufacturer of weight equipment, and decided it was a positive omen. I got to the testing center and signed in. They assigned me a computer cubicle and after a quick prayer, I got started. The questions weren't all super hard, but they weren't easy either. I finished going through the questions the first time in 45 minutes, and went back to think more on a few harder ones that I had marked. I finished in about an hour.
After i finished, I went to the lobby to tell the proctor I was done. She signed into the computer to grade my test....and it crashed!! My heart started racing as she signed back in. She said "congratulations, you passed" and I teared up.
After I stopped crying, I went out to my car to call JC then Superman. Both of them congratulated me and told me repeatedly how proud they are of me.
