I had a post come up in my Facebook memories and it made me pause and reflect on how much I enjoy teaching group fitness and motivating people to be their best selves. I don’t have anything really poignant to say other than, I wish things could go back to how they were. 12th Street Gym was such a huge part of my life for so long. I miss my people so much.
I know one day, when things settle down in my professional career, I will definitely get back in front of a class doing what I love the most. Until then….
I have shoulder issues, there, I said it. I’ve had surgery on my right shoulder and I’m not even thinking about touching my left (the right one scared me out of it). I do my physical therapy exercises, when I think about it (i.e. when the start bothering me) and I know I should do better. The CrossFit gym I just joined posted this rad video about loosening up your shoulders and I jumped all over it.
I went out and bought (2) 5 foot 3/4 inch PVC pipes for $5.14 and I’ve been in HEAVEN ever since.
Keeping mobile is very important if you’re susceptible to stiffness or impingement. We gotta give our shoulder much more love!
If you’re on Instagram and you’re into fitness, you MUST follow Hanna Heden. I get really great workout ideas from her clips and I’m never wanting for something MORE. THIS IS MORE! Challenging, fun, heart-pounding and explosive!
Her form is spotless and she really brings it for every clip. You’ll know who she is, she the lady with the flaming red tresses.
I started the journey to a more healthy life in 2009 and transformed my take on food and nutrition in 2010. Everything as I knew it changed for me. It was all a part of the journey:
Eating less (crap)
Learning what’s in the food we eat
How to deal with injuries
Coming back from surgeries
There are more facets to this lifestyle, but you get the idea. There are levels to this life, if you are to maintain it.
So here we are. I have not kept up my end of the bargain. After my last surgery in September, I have not physically or mentally recovered fully. Yes, I’ve pretty much healed and the scars are fading, but I lost something important along the way, I stopped making time for food prep, working out and watching what food I put in my body. Dare I say, I stopped caring.
My weight has dramatically increased since the end of last summer and I’m struggling to get a handle on the problem. To my defense ( if there is one), I have scheduled my time to within an inch of its life with outside activities. I teach more fitness classes (yeah, bizarre, right) I started back to night classes to finish a program is started a few years ago and I’m also studying for another fitness certification. I still have a career that is very demanding and requires being on call, working off hours and studying to stay ahead of changing technologies. AND we got another dog.
With all of that, I’m always tired and I don’t get enough sleep to ever feel rested.
As I type these words, I wonder how it ever got to this point, how I got so busy and became this person I barely recognize. I so look fat, none of my clothes fit anymore. I saw a photo yesterday that someone had taken of me from the back and I almost cried. It’s so bad, I don’t wear my yoga pants as pants anymore and I’ve taken to wearing sweatpants everyday. Part of it is personal family issues, part of it is trying to overachieve, part of it is financial, part of it is fear of not completing something, part of is feeling isolated.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this post, I just needed to dump these words somewhere, even if I’ve not said them all outloud before now.
I hope writing is as cathartic as everyone makes it out to be. We shall see.
Before I went to bed last night, I checked my trusty Mindbody Express app to get a look at how many folks would be in my 6:15 AM class. I was pleasantly surprised that it would be a full house, so I got to working on a challenging, but adaptable workout for the crew.
There is a method to my madness when I’m creating a workout. Although I don’t repeat many moves week in and week out, I do try to allow for strength progression that always manifests into other moves. As I was typing up my routine and setting my workout timer for the timed circuits, I felt like this would be one that folks would enjoy.
When I got there, I was really siked! My energy was on 10. Once of my favorite little powerhouses, Genevieve, was on the list and LOVES this type of stuff (WIN!). I knew she’d be as siked as I was. It was warm enough for sprints, so we’d be taking our cardio to the streets. (WIN!) and a few folks cancelled at the last minute, so there would be more room to move around and coach everyone one on one. (WIN!)
As the workout when on, folks were OWNING their movements; strong, determined, game face ON! It was pretty amazing to see. There were 2 moves in the workout that were going to be a bit different for most. I added more weight to the dead lifts and put some handstands in the mix. The guys had no problem with the dead lifts, but for the women, they’d never lifted this much weight before and I could sense their apprehension. As each one stepped up the the bar, I coached them on form, movement, hand placement and breathing. As usual, the first few reps are rocky, but as the reps and rounds came and went, each one had a little gleam in their eye. The eye of the tiger if you will. Genevieve was beasting those bad boys OUT! I had to clap and cheer as they dropped the weights and moved to the next exercise! They DID THE DAMN THING! The handstands got more upright too. Chins tucked, hands moved closer to the wall and they held it until the bell sounded. They took everything I threw at them and did it with power & determination.
I love being a fitness instructor. It touches a part of my soul that nothing else can reach. The camaraderie, the genuine willingness to work hard, the strength that increases week in and week out, the sweat and the accomplishment of each individual in the room gives me the greatest feeling. It’s hard to get up at 3:30-4:00AM and then have to work all day then gear up to teach some more after work. It’s not because of the money (but it helps) It’s the feeling that you’re doing something right. They’re there for your class. With all that is going on in people’s lives, they’ve made time to workout with ME! It’s a remarkable feeling and it’s something I do NOT take for granted.
As they cooled down, toweled off, cleaned their mats, racked weights, talked among themselves then bid their farewells, it felt right. Sometimes, you just know.
Today is a special day on the Christian calendar and I wanted to drop a quick post to say, “I’m glad He did it for me!”.
Life is so complicated. We live in a time where hate and violence abound. If you’re not careful, the images you see and the words your hear will begin to turn on you; infect you, harden you, change you. Isn’t it great to have a savior, that through it all, my sins; known and unknown, spoken and thought are all washed away by the BLOOD. There is power in the Blood, in knowing that I’m worth something; I’m worth saving. Even though I may be unpopular, unconventional, and even unworthy of such a sacrifice, He still did it.
If I think times are hard and the pressure of the racism and xenophobia and sexism and violence are difficult to get from under or free yourself from, that is NOTHING compared to what HE suffered on this day, oh so many years ago.
If you’re not a believer in Christ, I respect that, but for me and mine, we are happy to say it and show it. I think it’s good to have a compass, something that you believe in that’s bigger than yourself. So many of us thing we are the end all, be all and I have chosen not to be that vein or self-center. Knowing that there is something greater than myself gives me something to look to, to work towards. I am a work in progress.
As we prepare for the gift of The Resurrection, I’d like to take this time to thank the Lord for the sacrifice. He thought I was worth saving.