All of it.
No, really. I was convinced that I’d found “balance” at home, in health, in my marriage. I had arrived!!!
I had found my fitness Guru, and his name was Frank. He was my boxing coach, and he knew just how to train me, get me fired up, and encourage me. After 6 months, I felt like a million dollar baby! And then he had the nerve to go on vacation. What the hell?
In that single class, as a crazy person throwing wild punches, I tore my right rotator cuff, and my boxing career took a serious hit. So did my perfectly balanced life. What the hell could I do now?! With such a bad tear, my options were seriously limited.
As I complained to my friend, Jen, she told me not to worry- she’d been working with a trainer, Trish Gallen, for a year now and knew these classes could be adapted to work around injury. Jen had been telling me about Trish for a year. A YEAR, people. But each time, all I heard was “lady boot camp” and, “adaptable = EASY”.
This couldn’t be for me…
I was tough. I was strong. I was a boxer.
And I was broken.
As I continued training with Trish, working around my injury, I saw that balance wasn’t what I was lacking in my life… If you've seen me on a Bosu, you know I love finding balance! But what I really needed was to adapt and find a larger base of support. No more teetering on crazy expectations and collapsing when something fell short. No more tiny (or big) hiccup sending me reeling and unable to recover.
Method taught me to listen to my body- to back off when necessary- and lean in when I'm ready. I'm thrilled to report I'm back to throwing punches at Frank again...and balancing the sport that I love with the lifestyle that I need.
What has Method taught you?