Welcome from Greg Carbone – Newest Maverick Fitness Coach!

Hey Guys-It’s Greg Carbone with a quick introduction post for my buddy Tristan – (before I get into the real important body transformation stuff).  Now I am not sure what I can offer that this guy can’t, besides maybe some good looks and my witty charm.  No…in all seriousness….I AM charming.

So, when Tristan asked me to be an expert on his website, I was truly honored.  It was especially shocking since the last time I saw him I was headed back to my room from the bar where Tristan, Sam, Rob and I drank this crazy concoction called Patron.  I figured it must be some upscale version of Perrier.   Looked like water to me, and since I know water is good for you, I decided to drink as much as I could.  Besides, the cheapasses at the Hilton bar just kept giving us these tiny little glasses full and expected us to drink them in one quick shot. (Normally I am 200% on top of my nutritional requirements - but we are all allowed nights off!)

I started to feel very weird for a while as my vision got very cloudy and Tristan and Sam started saying made up words like “mate”, “bollocks”, “knickers”, “Bobs your Uncle” and all types of other crazy shit.   Then I started seeing a bunch of dudes dressed up in blouses, tight pants and eyeliner.  They were talking with Tristan and making him do pushups and flex as they smiled in delight. (*note from Tris – I don’t do push-ups in bars – ever – let alone ‘flex’ ugh! – but carry on Greg )

This is when I got very upset.  I thought the bastards at the bar had given me dirty tap water in place of my special ‘Patron’ water.  I quickly felt better again when I got my tab and saw my bill.  THIS WATER WAS SUPER EXPENSIVE!  Over $70 for just a few Dixie cups worth.  Not sure what happened next, but I do remember saying goodbye to the guys and walking down several halls at the hotel looking for my room.  I then woke up with a half eaten ice cream bar smeared on my face and shirt…and even some got down to my feet somehow.

 

The next I ran into a few of the guys who were in the Fred Astaire dance contest and they smiled and waved.  One even winked.  I even heard them talking about how they loved Tristan and Sam’s English accents.  Nice guys I guess.  Not sure where I was going with this, but we had a great time.

I really look forward to bringing you all some articles on fat loss, super secret motivational tactics and just good ‘ole rants on why most personal trainers at big box gyms are about as educated as a juicehead on the Jersey Shore.

I will also be bringing you some pictures and videos from my Monmouth County Boot Camps to share some great fat loss workouts that shred your body in less time.

Until then…