Fighting for myself
Monday, February 19, 2018
I just read the phrase “fighting for myself” in my October 9th blog. I find this interesting, because for the last month, fighting for myself is exactly what I’ve been doing. Out of the blue, the first week in January a friend asked if I’d be interested in participating in a Kickboxing camp with her. The “camp” is 27 weeks (7 months!) and participants commit to going to at least 3 sessions a week, plus homework and a diet plan.
My friend and I went to the first session together. We were weighed and measured and put through a grueling (for us because we were so out of shape) workout. We were very sore the next day, but we went back. We keep going back and working hard and getting sore. There have been days that we just don’t want to go workout, but we go anyway. We’re always glad we went to class. There have been days that we’ve taken different classes because of our schedules. We keep going and supporting each other and supporting the others in this program. People who were strangers support and encourage us each class. I’ve met people I never would have met without this program. I’ve been inspired by: the beautiful young determined mother of three who used to run marathons, the 63 year old grandmother who works as hard as everyone else, the trainer who took the time to learn each of our limits and insists that we can do this at our own level, by everyone who just keeps showing up and challenging themselves with these workouts, and by my strong determined friend who “talked” me into this program.
This begins week 6 of our 27 week program and I see everyone still working hard and showing up for these progressively more difficult workouts. I see each of us getting stronger and still working hard. I see our trainer taking care of us by making sure that we’re safe, but challenged during each workout. He gives us challenges based on our ability – he tells us that he knows a million exercises and he can give us modifications any time. In fact, he’s come to know when some of us need those modifications. He talks about intention, and positive attitude, he asks us to work hard and does so with a wonderful sense of humor. We work hard and sweat and laugh and become the community he told us about the very first week. We celebrate every success and encourage each other through those tough moments. Truly, this is a beautiful experience.
I was nervous about beginning this journey, but the honesty of the trainer and the encouragement of my friend gave me the courage to take a leap of faith and sign up for this program. I’ve been to 4 workouts every week for 5 weeks, I do the homework, I’m modifying my diet, and I feel better than I’ve felt in years. It’s difficult and often I don’t want to do this, but I keep thinking about those classes that I forced myself to go to and felt better afterward.
I feel happy and I look forward to what each day has to offer; I have more energy and enthusiasm for life. I’ve stopped just existing and begun living again. Yes, truly, this is a beautiful experience.
Here I go…