Gratitude
There is not a day that goes by that I am not grateful for being able to move.
Truth: I never used to talk about my injury. Since you can’t even tell I’m disabled by looking at me, a lot of clients didn’t know what I went through.
Then one day, one of my clients asked me how I came up with all the motivating stuff I say during class.
I told them I never remembered what I said when I taught BUT I always had the same image in my mind:
Being 19 years old, on bed rest in my parents’ family room, not knowing if I would ever walk again and if I COULD, what my life would look like. I didn’t know if I would need a cane to walk, if I would be able to live independently, if I would need further surgical repairs, or even if I would be able to get well enough to graduate college.
Things turned around obviously better than what I could ever dream of for myself.
But that being said, I’m not a huge fan of the process. I would totally rather sit on my couch most days than do a set of Tabata.
That’s just me.
But even on the days I hate it and would rather do my taxes, I’m grateful I can do this for myself.
I’m stronger for it.
I’m more capable because of it.
I’m happier with it.
4 rounds
Bridge hip taps
Bench press
Froggie crunches
Renegade rows
