We were also aware of his aversion to having a big deal made about his birthday. In fact, his mother shared how, when Matthew was a child, he was the only one of her kids who expressed no interest in helping plan his party, nor did he show excitement about his birthday.
She said that basically, Matthew would be just as happy skipping his birthday and avoiding being the center of attention. Apparently, the whole birthday spotlight pushed him outside his comfort zone.
So good to know, and what delicious information to have. Oh, how happy we Aligners were to be privy to Matthew’s birthday sensitivity; so we could behave accordingly.
We’d found our leader’s weakness, and our mission was clear: Do our level best to focus like a laser beam on his birthday, and embarrass him to the best of our abilities.
This was our chance to turn the tables on Matthew, our personal trainer/coach/counselor whose specialty is pushing us beyond our comfort zones to the max.
This is the man who goes by so many names, given to him by people like me, who love what he inspires us to do, but often loathe what it takes for us to receive the results we do. It’s your basic love/dread relationship.
There is “Two-More Matthew” — who routinely urges us to do two more of any rep further than we thought we had to go, even though it varies from the number he told us in the first place. There is “Twisted Lister” — the guy who has a way of making his idea feel as if it was your idea, and for coming up with such wild work-out assignments that we have all wondered if he loses sleep thinking of new ways to get us fit and keep things wacky and unpredictable.
I confess that I recently coined “Damn-You Matthew” as I neared exhaustion doing something that started out sounding manageable, and ended up feeling impossible. It was a classic Matthew Lister move.
Matthew: Go ahead and do 100 ropes.
Matthew: … Ten times.
Doni: OK… hey, wait … that’s 1,000 ropes!
Matthew (Laughing): Hey, you’re right! (More laughter.)
Stuff like that. Yes, Matthew’s birthday was our perfect opportunity return the favor of all that special attention. Nobody was more deserving.
We started with a surprise theme, which was a no-brainer: Pink princess, to match the tiara brought to Align by Diane B. Hill (whose success inspired me to join Align).
Matthew keeps that little plastic jeweled tiara at Align on top of the ski machine for what he calls Tiara Tuesday. Matthew bestows the tiara upon anyone he deems an excessive whiner that day. It’s all in good fun, of course. But even so, if Matthew gives someone the tiara, they have to wear it.
Even big, strong guys, like Erin.
And even super-fit, cutie-pie women, like Laura.
For the record, nobody’s seen Matthew wear the tiara. So the princess theme was perfect.
Andrea Charroin, an Align assistant, and also my frequent Align work-out buddy, has keys to the gym. That’s how, on Sunday, Andrea and I had our way with the decorations that ended up looking like a cross between a 3-year-old girl’s party and a bridal shower. We festooned the place with pink tissue-paper puffs, and pink Happy Birthday banners.
He’d probably thought we weren’t doing anything for his birthday, because it fell on a Sunday. So imagine his surprise when Matthew came to work Monday and had to dodge bobbing pink princess balloons and walk through a curtain of pink-and white streamers. He endured googly eye sightings all day that appeared in the least-likely locations, like Matthew’s cup.
…and anywhere else that eyes would make sense.
But the most fun of all came that night, when a group of Align folks gathered at a restaurant patio to throw a party for Matthew. His mother was there, and his sweetie, and their adorable little girl, who helped blow out candles on Matthew’s very tiny birthday cake. Surely, for a guy who shuns birthdays, this group event had to be torture. So far, no signs of cracking. He was holding up like a champ.
The cake was tiny for a reason: Matthew and his family were the only ones who could have cake. Nearly everyone else at the party was on some kind of carb restriction, so the rest of us had fruit kabobs, which were still a treat.
The absence of birthday cake aside, it was great to be in the same space as so many people from Align, many of whom work out at different times, which meant some of us have never met each other.
People kept complimenting each other on how nice everyone looked, and I realized that part of the reason was when we see each other at Align, we’re sweaty, red-faced and wearing gym clothes. Most of us don’t look our best while working out. So it was fascinating to see people, as we kept saying, “with real clothes on”.
Eating was interesting, too. I pitied the hard-working waitress who took the orders of dozens of us Align adults, not one of whom ordered alcohol, which meant our checks weren’t as high as they would have been had we ordered beer or wine.
Water, iced tea and diet sodas, all around, and keep those refills coming. Whoo hoo! Partay!
The actual meal was a trip, too, since the dinner was at Kahunas Mongolian BBQ. If you’ve not been there, the idea is you heap your big, white empty bowl with all kinds of meats and veggies you’ve selected with tongs from a long salad-bar looking station. Then you move to another station where you choose seasonings and various oils and flavorings. Finally, you take your bowl of uncooked ingredients to some guys who’ll stir-fry your food over a large, hot, round metal grill.
While making our way down the buffet line to fill our bowls, to those outside Align Private Training, our conversations must have sounded bizarre.
Ooh. Look. Those are little potatoes. Can you have potatoes, because I still can’t.
How many carbs are in tofu?
I’m getting all the shrimp I can. I’m so sick of chicken.
Don’t look, but I’m trying those sweet potato noodles.
I’m skipping the rice, aren’t you?
Go ahead and order the rice. I’ll give it to my chickens.
Are you guys putting oil on yours?
How much sugar do you think is in teriyaki sauce?
You’re not allowed to use another bowl to mash everything down, but watch this; I can use my fist.
It just made me love those people all the more, because they were my peeps, eating exactly the way I do, and wondering the same things I have wondered for eight months now on this health and fitness journey about what I should and shouldn’t eat.
We stole glances as each other’s bowls – wow, she’s having noodles?! But overall, we ate high-protein foods and healthy vegetables and drank zero-calorie beverages. We toasted Matthew and serenaded him with the happy birthday song. We gave him cards and our group gift: certificates for a romantic night out for two.
The funny thing was, Matthew didn’t seem to mind the birthday at all. In fact, he looked like he was having a ball. Grinning ear to ear. He laughed and talked and went from person to person, thanking everyone for coming.
This was not the look of a man in agony. He didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable. What’s more, come to think of it, he looked completely at peace, and totally in his element.
Wait just one minute. Maybe, what we thought was our idea for a party, was really his idea.
That’s it. Next year, we’re bringing the tiara. And he’ll wear it.