Your teammates see you.
When you come to Method & wonder if anyone notices you - not just because you fell off the BOSU or hung yourself in the TRX straps - this post might shed some light on the impact you have as someone’s teammate at Method 360.
I played soccer & softball at West Genesee High School (Go Cats!!!) & went on to play soccer at Alfred State. I had the great pleasure to have been part of some remarkable teams. It wasn’t just the winning, although we did a lot of that; it was the remarkable people on these teams that made it special.
I don’t remember every game I played, but I do remember every person I played with. Every team. Every coach. I learned something from every person. This is what I carry with me. These athletes have literally made me who I am today.
You bond in your shared experiences. You can be in different social circles outside, but inside it didn’t matter. There were fights & teammates that drove me crazy. I drove a few crazy with my intent on winning. We put up with bitchy moments because that’s what families do.
I owe much of my success to the people I spent most of my time with growing up: my teammates. Through the miracle of Facebook I keep up with a lot of them and am proud of what they’ve been able to become. They are Iraqi war vets, stay-at-home-moms, teachers, oral surgeons, yoga instructors, physical therapists, social workers, breast cancer survivors & everything in between. They’ve been through life’s joys & sorrows. They are still one tough bunch of teammates.
Every time I drive past the Burger King in Manlius, I think of her. I reflect on the impact my teammates had on my life and have found it goes much deeper than I realize.
Some people can only be described with their name: there are no existing adjectives or combination of words that can describe him or her. This is the case with Missy Golas. I can only really explain Missy with the Peter Rabbit story. After a game at FM, we stopped at BK in Manlius. They still had their Easter decorations up, & she fell in love with a plastic rabbit. She named him Peter. Obviously. What else would you name a rabbit?
She couldn’t bear to leave Peter behind, so we created a diversion while Peter hopped into her bag. I assume the statute of limitations for “borrowing” plastic Easter decorations has expired & we co-conspirators will not be prosecuted. Peter became our unofficial mascot. He went to every game & brought us luck. I fell in love with that stupid rabbit because of Missy’s passion to free Peter from the King.
Missy was bold, passionate, & fun. Of all the games we played together, I don’t remember a damn thing about her soccer, except that she was wicked good. I remember who she was as a person. That’s what being a teammate is all about.
A year later Missy was in a serious car accident & her family decided to donate her organs.
While I miss playing and winning, what I miss most of all is being a part of a team. A built-in support system to share part of my journey. With 20+ years of perspective on these experiences, I respect these women even more today than I did back then. Not just as my teammates but as people who are a part of me.
Method gave me back that team.
Method 360 is your team. It gives you a support system because you are sharing a life experience with a group. When you come into Method you become part of another’s journey.
So, what teammate will you describe with just their name?
How many Peter Rabbit stories will you tell?
Because long after The Leprechaun has stopped telling you to take the modification, what you will have left is the imprint of the teammate standing next to you.