When I started CrossFit 2yrs ago, I never expected to get muscles, feel toned or see definition. I mean I'd been running for several years at that point and finally learned to like the body that I had. Sure, it still needed some help, but I was feeling confident and strong. Ha... so I thought....
Then after some workouts, I realized I would lean out or die. Leaning out seemed like a much better option. But to my surprise, parts of my body began to change. And eventually my whole body began to shift in a positive way as mentioned in prior Vegmom posts.
Well a couple of weeks ago, my brother sent me a tank top and asked if it fit:
I took that selfie and sent it to him. Said "Yup, it is snug but fits".... While loading it on to my computer the picture app tried to tag my shoulder as a second person. Made me laugh so hard that I suddenly had this body. But I wasn't the only one laughing. My brother, showed the picture to my dad.
And he said "If you are going to have muscles like that, you need a tattoo"
In order to keep things light and fun, I had my hubs draw me an anchor and "tattoo" my arm.
The top says "On Shore" which was a joke only my dad would understand. Needless to say, we all got a good laugh out of my Dad's response. (You kind of have to know my dad)
In the past couple of months, I've had people call me a beast (which is a compliment by the way), I've had a guy pull up at a red light in the car next to me and say "You sure are Pretty" through the car window (which was kind of creepy), I had someone mention that CrossFitters are too bulky, and told that girls aren't supposed to lift. I had someone suggest that I was getting leaner and looked stronger, while someone else mentioned I could get better if I ate a steak. I even had a stranger hand me a tootsie roll in the grocery store saying that they needed to keep me sweet (yup that was odd too).
But in all of the muscles forming, nice and not-so-nice comments that I have received, the best came from ME! And not how you would think!!
You see, in spite of all the body changes, my belly is still a squishy, scarred up mess from all the weight and scarring I gained while pregnant. No matter how small my pant sizes get, how great I feel, or how many muscles I build, that yucky stomach is still there. I like to call it my tiger stripes or battle scars. I earned them and they are mine. No matter how icky they would look to someone else (hence the reason I keep my shirt on at the gym)They are still a part of me. They are a part of my life. The part that helped define who I am today.
They are the lines that created my most important title of MOM.
So when my husband noticed my belly the other day and said "You know a doctor could fix that for you. All you need is this and this cut, and that pulled, then tightened here and here, it would be a simple procedure"
SERIOUSLY??????? After all the hours I have put in to redefining myself, THIS is the part he notices??Yeah, the old me would have felt so ashamed and hurt by those comments. My self esteem and body image pretty non-existent once upon a time, and that would have CRUSHED me. But the new me pushed his hand away from my beautiful squishy striped belly and said "Why would I need a doctor to fix it for me, my belly is perfect just the way it is!!!" I smiled and carried on with my day. IT WAS AWESOME!!!
I felt so amazing in that moment, so empowered by my response, it made me wish even more that every woman could look in the mirror and be happy with who is looking back. Squishy tiger stripes and all.
My brother once said to me, "You'll never be pretty, because you inherited our long foreheads, noses and you got Mom's odd shaped body"
But that is all what makes me ME... Just like everyone else has what makes them THEM...
What I have learned upon this journey is that some people will think I'm a beast, some will find beauty, some will find both but all that really matters is that when I look in the mirror, I'm happy with who is looking back.
And for me, that has been the absolute best part of this journey!!
So if you are a male reading this... Don't ever tell a woman she needs plastic surgery.. Trust me, that is the WRONG answer!
If you are a female reading this....NOTE: Don't ever let someone tell you that your body isn't good enough. If you don't like your body, do the work to change it, but don't ever ever ever let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough, EVER!!! Oh did I say EVER?
I finally got the app working again so pictures I shall post. This first set is from my son's school. His amazing teacher brought a lesson to life by building twigloos and practicing survival in the "wild"...
Veg then took me on a tour off the "Twigloo Campus". We had so much fun. One of them was big enough for me to stand in. I just love everything they have done this year.
Sorry for the lack of posts. I have so much fun stuff to share and pictures too, but the Typepad app stopped working on my phone and that is where I was loading them from. Will see if I can get it fixed today.
In the mean time, I just had a little fun epiphany while filing my business paper work. I realized that the last time my Mom came to visit before her travels were cut short, was the week I discovered what the name of my company would be and also when I developed my mission statement, and felt the direction of my future coming in to place.
One thing that she and I did together was go shopping for office supplies. We stood in the midde of the store and She would laugh at me saying: "How do you know what you are going to need if you haven't started yet"
And I would reply:
"I have no idea what I'll need but I'd rather have it now and be ready, than get myself in a bind and wish I had something" You see most people have a business plan. I just had a dream.
She would humor me, and we walked around pondering what a successful CEO would have in their office. Files... Yes... A CEO would definitely have a file cabinet. But a green concious CEO would have recycled files to fill that cabinet, keep most stuff digital, and use less space. With that, we picked out a medium size file box and enough files to fill it up.
We came home, and sorted through all our many supplies, created tabs in my notebooks, filled out my calendars and set up that little file box. Since my plan was to have a portable office, I made sure that everything I purchased was easily portable.
The box was full of empty files waiting to be filled up. I explained to my Mom that I was going to "Act as If" and some day that box will be full of client information, business documents and training materials.
She humored me again, and we started putting little tabs on the empty files. Pretending what my future would hold.
I won't lie, there have been a lot of times through the last couple of years that I wondered if that box would ever get filled up. I would dread "filing" because it was a significant reminder of what is or isn't. There are times where I have doubted myself, my abilities, or allowed myself to feel crushed by the words of others. But those moments are short lived because if I kept in that place than I would have failed. And failure isn't an option when there are people in the world that need your help.
And so I act as if and keep moving forward with what feels right.
Today, I was filing a pile that I let get out of hand and realized my box was too full to add one more piece of paper. I now have a permanent grin on my face and I know my Mom does too.
While looking through the box, I see all the book and web articles I've participated in. The workshops, corporate wellness, group sessions and personal coaching I have done. I see the sign-up sheets and the sheer amount of people that I have been in contact with since I purchased that box and see my mission, passion and driving force in all its glory.
At IIN, we talked about the Ripple effect and how if you teach one person, how it ripples to their family and friends. By taking a gander at my little file box, this ripple has spread to thousands and I couldn't be happier.
Whether or not my business succeeds or folds at this point, there is no failure. My file box is full, it is time for a bigger box and bigger commitment to do what it takes to keep reaching more people.
There was a time long ago when this blog was taken over by puke posts. Yes, my young man struggled with what we now know as Abdominal Migraines or Cyclical Vomiting syndrome. But at the time we didn't know and I would have done anything for answers or to find other people going through the same thing. Many of you were here for those stories and the outcome as we worked through solutions.
For those that weren't here, the poor kid was tortured via doctors trying to find answers and our life was forever changed.
But without getting the help we needed and the horrible toll the pukes played on our family, I didn't give up and began my own research. Once we figured out the true cause of his condition, this Mama went on a rampage to make it go away.
And with that I wanted to scream from the roof tops. I wanted to march back in to every doctors office and tell them what I learned, how wrong they were, and make sure that no other family would ever have to go through what we did.
It would take a couple of years to make it go away completely but the episodes became more sporadic and less violent with shorter durations. We quickly went in to action and learned how to work with them naturally so he never had to go back to the hospital and we worked towards a body biome of wellness. Boosting his immune system while healing the gut and digestive tract.
I wanted to figure out how to reach every person suffering with this and explain how to shift the pattern. Through the years I've heard from one or two people via message boards. Or tried to assist a couple of families in finding answers, but people just don't want to hear that they can control it.
I never understood this, and never knew how bad it could have been for my little guy nor understood the sheer magnitude of people out there dealing with CVS or Abdominal migraines....until......
Someone posted their story on Facebook and it went crazy viral during the ALS Ice bucket challenge phenomena. From there, they started their own Facebook page and it has almost 10,000 likes in just over a week.
10,000ish people posting stories, comments, and struggles of their experiences with this condition. An entire community of people dealing with this. There is even an organization put together plus 100's of groups. I had NO IDEA!! They are asking for a cure, taking crazy medications, destroying their insides,vomiting consistently for days, 125 hospital visits in a year, burning holes in their esophagus, having surgeries, feeding tubes, creating secondary diseases, losing jobs, going on disability, children dying from complications or spending 1/2 their childhoods in hospital beds. The stories were so horrible that I myself couldn't "like" the page and had to stop looking at it. Because all I want to do is scream and say:
"It doesn't have to be this way, there is a hope and a change that is within your kitchens"
Seeing the stories posted day after day had me drawn in. Like watching hurricane coverage on the news. I was so sad for these complete strangers and my emotions brought up a flurry of thoughts from our own struggles but then I switched more to a place of thankfulness.
I was thankful for being able to advocate for my son. For not being so glued to what the doctors were saying that I could follow my own intuition and create change in his life. I was thankful for the local angel that suggested migraines as a cause, because this changed how we "treated" him. And most of all, I was thankful while reading those stories that I was able to gather enough knowledge to push through societies norm and create a wellness solution instead of a sickness solution.
I was incredibly thankful that my son didn't have to endure what these other families did day after day, year after year. Some have mentioned dealing with this for 7-20yrs and more. Looking back, I'm thankful for the experiences that made our lives what it is today.
Don't get me wrong, I would have loved for him to never experience Abdominal migraines to begin with. But by finding the triggers, we also stopped his chronic ear infections, skin rashes, sinus infections, attention/mood swings and so much more, that we would have never known how to naturally get rid of. Not to mention changing my career which gave us more time together. And we have been able to share wellness tips with 1000's of people through the years by what we've learned along the way. When I say our life was forever changed, that is only a tiny bit of the reality.
By changing diet, lifestyle, cleaning products, learning more about natural remedies, healing foods, herbs and nutrient deficiencies we were able to give this condition the boot along with other things.
The cure isn't necessarily surgery or a pill in most cases. It is a shift in how we live. And how we should be living anyway. It is learning about food sensitivities, sensory sensitivities and so much more.
So here I am with the solution of what worked for us and sitting in this spot all these years later where I still want to scream and share. Yet there is now a community of 1000's of people that could use this kind of support and I have to stop looking.
Why? Because it does me no good in my current life to look backwards. It also does me no good to read stories that make me feel sad. Hence reason number 285 why we don't have TV in our house.
But then I felt guilty. I'm a health coach after all!! I'm determined to make a difference in the lives of people dealing with this syndrome. It is one of the reasons I followed the wellness educator path. So how can I stop looking when these are the very people that need my help the most?
Well, I didn't just stop. In fact I posted, commented, messaged, I've reached out to share our story. I've explained that what they are dealing with doesn't have to be. I've offered hope, support, suggestions and my contact info.
But I kept finding however that no one wants to hear this. I'm not offering a pill to hide symptoms, I'm not a doctor or specialists, I'm offering a new look at triggers and lifestyle changes that is being ignored and they don't want to hear that. These parents and adults going through this have probably heard it all by now and so my words are just another opinion to them.
It is frustrating because you want to help but it is like the diabetic eating an ice cream cone, a heart disease patient eating a steak or liver disease patient drinking a beer. The same holds true with a CVS patient eating an artificially filled cupcake in one hand and a puke bucket in the other. You can't help those that aren't ready for change.
I got to a point where I was cringing at the site of pictures on the page. Even the "feel better kits" shown were filled with the very things that cause episodes. Yes, I wanted my son to have a "normal childhood" too. But it was more important to me that he nixed the birthday party cupcake in lieu of vomiting until he was placed in the hospital.
I'm not saying that how I chose to move forward is the only way or that those parents are doing it wrong, I'm saying that they just don't know there is a different path. And they are doing the best they can with their current knowledge.
I've been where they are.... in tears, at the end of my rope not knowing how to help my helpless little boy. Thinking I'd done everything possible. But that changed when I took a different approach.
I think it is Awesome with a capital A that this family reached out, built a community and found 1000's of people that now create a support system, sharing and awareness.
It is everything I had wanted years ago that all of these people now have and that is wonderful. But with awareness, community and support should come the ability to share options of wellness. And open minds that are willing to regroup, shift and create change.
They don't seem to be there yet. But Someday!!
Maybe it is best that I was on my own all those years ago to find solutions. And maybe by reaching out to this new community, I'll be able to plant seeds towards a different future in their own lives someday.
But I'm realizing at this stage in my life, I need to look at it from a professional coaching standpoint and not take the stories so personally or allow them to be upsetting. As everyone is on their own journey just like with anything else that makes me want to bang my head in to the wall.
I've reached out, and I hope others will too. Until then, it is time to put that chapter to rest.
If you know someone dealing with Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome, chronic vomiting, migraines or abdominal migraines, I would be more than happy to share our story, offer support and what worked for us. This isn't the end of my mission to help people, it is just a new beginning and a realization that shouting from the rooftops doesn't work. (Note: I never really shouted from rooftops)
But I'm here on the ground creating our own path toward ongoing wellness and sharing for anyone that is ready to do the same.
This week has been an interesting one emotionally, physically and mentally.
So when I saw this rainbow on our way home yesterday, I had to stop and get a picture.
My intention was to pull off in to a subdivision and snap the pic real quick then continue on my trek to our house. But someone pulled in behind me, so I couldn't just stop and take a picture. I turned right and so did that person... Great! So now I'm driving through this subdivision trying to find a place to turn around so I can get back to the main road and get a picture before it was gone.
But cars kept coming up behind me everytime I planned to do a u-turn. Apparently this was a very busy subdivision. At this point, I couldn't see the rainbow and was about to get lost when I found a corner that I could pull around in.
Smack dab in front of me was this beautiful rainbow. It was the brightest I'd ever seen, although the pictures don't do justice. And if you know about my Mom's leaving this world journey, you will know that when I see a rainbow, I must say hello to NeeNee... And so I did... Hi NeeNee..... I took a whole bunch of pictures, thinking I would get one to show the true beauty, to no avail.
Just then I noticed a guy on bike, riding towards my car and he must have been wondering why I was taking pictures of him. Veg and I got a good laugh out of the silliness. So I yelled out...."There is a rainbow behind you". Thinking he would look and understand why I was taking pictures, but he didn't seem to care so much.
Then we traveled onward to our own subdivision where the rainbow followed us.
Can you see the 3/4 heart in the trees? Totally not intentional but just perfect none-the-less.
Well I signed up for our CrossFit Team training again this year and with that comes some new skill work and double the amount of competitions. WOAH! Can you say "Crazy"? Yes you can, go ahead... say it with me.... C-RAZY!!!
And with the new skill work comes being comfortable upside down.
Well I have no trouble flipping in to handstands, but holding on to rings and flipping up is a whole other world. I'm still working on my grip strength and my body is still learning to trust my brain which doesn't trust my hands. So when someone says "Grab the rings and flip"...
I usually would reply with "Yeah right!"... Until last Saturday. I grabbed those rings and I flipped and kicked with all my might but nothing happened. Heck I've been standing upright for the better part of 41yrs. The thought of doing this bamfoozled me. The coaches were like "Just kick".... I'm kicking... nothing happening.. <help>
Well then a kind lady saved me from embarrassment and said "If you are flexible, just kind of put one leg up on the rope and pull the other one up" Then put your legs back together in a straight line and don't let go with your hands.
YES, because letting go would mean falling to the ground on my noggin and this I do not want... Well I did it her way, and it worked. Again and again, I trusted my grip and held on for dear life while I put one leg up at a time.
The next day I tried again... By golly, I got this upside down thing.... Granted I still have to figure out the flip and kick part that they all make look so easy. BUT at least I'm partial way there.
We always do Birthday burpees for our young athletes at my youth classes to help the birthday child feel special. They get to count down and even the coaches partake.
Well yesterday we had a lively group and after the celebratory burpees one of them said:
"Man, if we had to do burpees for my Mom's birthday, it would take all day"
It was the funniest conversation that took off from there. I asked how old they thought I was... They all shouted out numbers:
"22, 27, 25, 31". No one guessed me to be over 33, but almost all of them had a twenty number.
When I told them that I was 41, their jaws dropped. Wish I had a camera pointed at their faces. It was just perfect. There was silence for a moment and then one child screamed out:
"Please don't make us do burpees for your Birthday"
2nd half marathon goal - Finish with improved time and not dying
1st full marathon goal - Finish without dying BEFORE the finish line closed
3rd half marathon goal - Finish with improved time for all prior years and close that chapter for good
All of those goals were met... Even if I had to walk, I finished, didn't die and improved my time at the 13 mile mark each year. With my final improved time, I was able to close that chapter of my fitness life and decided not to run long distance ever again... unless....
The Vegkid someday needed a running partner or my life changed that drastically that I would want to run that far ever again like maybe a bear was chasing me... Neither of those have happened. However, I also thought to myself:
"With my challenged running/jogging legs I should continue running 3 miles in case a 5K race ever came up, I would always be prepared"
Well... I didn't really do that. In fact my endurance training from last year didn't go past two miles, and I continued to learn how to run until my one mile time consistently has stayed under nine minutes (8:13 being my best try). This isn't much for some, but considering my old average was 10-12 minute miles, I was pretty excited to get under nine minutes by that much.
So my new plan was just to work on my mile and increase the pace until a mile felt "comfortable" mixed in with my CrossFit training... No 2 miles or 3 miles, no races... Then a big group at my gym decided to do a 5K. It was for a great cause and something dear to a friend, and so the race we did run! More than half of us who ran didn't train, and had no desire to complete a 5K that day but we all did.
Well I thought if I'm going to do this thing than I would put a time on my self, a goal... At the three mile mark I hit my goal and realized I wouldn't finish the 5K under that. But I DID finish 3 miles faster than I ever had, with no training and no preparedness. Only my strength and endurance from CrossFit. That felt good.. So I just ran as fast as I could at the end to the finish line and left it all out there with no regrets.
Then I looked at the clock and realized I was 2 minutes from where I wanted to be... "DANG, I could totally have taken off two minutes at the beginning" I thought.... Getting stuck behind all those people... phooey... Then I looked up some of my old races. My last 5K was 18 months ago and I finished this one 50 seconds faster than that one. But the time I did my last 5K pre-CrossFit when I was doing all that so called "training" was 2 minutes slower than my time for this race. And so for that I call it a success...
A new Personal Record regardless of the time I thought I should get. And I learned that I definitely can't maintain that 8 Minute mile when I go over the two mile mark. But that is OK... I'm getting faster without trying which is pretty awesome!
But the best part of that race was the people. Running with a large group was new to me. Having a huge cheering section at the finish line was also new to me. Passing people I knew, being passed and inspiring eachother to finish was such a joy.
So at the end of that race I realized that I can still run a 5K whenever I feel like it, without training and without worry but just to have fun with a group of people. Regardless of the time it takes me to finish.
I also learned that I should start closer to the front of the pack if I want to get rid of that extra two minutes. *wink*
The last month or so my hubs has decided to forego his Xbox in place of real life adventures. One of those was a "till bankrupt match" of Monopoly. It was serious, let me tell ya. (I won by the way)
But more exciting has been our outdoor adventures. Lots of them.... Last weekend, we were supposed to go for a nice drive to see a waterfall.
I had just finished a 5k race and my body was pretty spent after a hard week of workouts and coaching. Vegkid had a challenging athletic week as well including a hike the day before with a hurt toe at school.
So a nice drive with a calm walk to see something pretty was just what we all needed.
But then we arrived.... We walked around at the top of the waterfall and couldn't see too much. It was beautiful don't get me wrong, but the water where we were was low and pretty dried up that lead to the falls. That is when a man said "hey, have you been to the bottom?"
Well no... Hubs took this as a challenge and off we went to find the bottom. To some it may have been no big deal. But I was wearing slip on shoes and did I mention had just completed a 5k race so my legs were wobbly. I was hungry and thirsty and not prepared.
Veg to my surprise was all over this adventure and lead the way, which had my nerves completely unwound.
You see, it wasn't a trail with gravel or mulch or dirt.... Oh no!! It was ROCKS. Lots and lots of rocks with an incline of straight down. One missed step, one slip, one rock moving under foot and off you go down the side of a mountain. I was FREAKED out to say the least. Or as Veg said 1000 times. "Come on Mom, stop being a wuss"
There were points that I was climbing with both my hands and feet. It was pretty funny and thankfully we do not have that on video.
But at the bottom it was beautiful. Stopping in the middle was beautiful. Looking at the sky was beautiful.
It was such an awesome family. adventure. The pictures don't do justice but you can see the top, middle and bottom.
I'm glad we ran in to the man who challenged us to try the hike and I'm so thankful that my boys were up for the challenge even amongst my whining.
• We signed several new kids in to our CF Youth program and they LOVE it
• Many of my little athletes got their first unassisted pull-ups tonight
• 3 of our sunflowers bloomed and are so pretty
• A zucchini, tomato and cucumber are all growing in our garden pots. (After a whole season of loving on them, they decided to bloom)
• I found out my Vegkid is the only one who requests a peanut free lunch so that a class mate never has to sit alone at the allergy table. (So proud)
• Got to see Veg's curriculum and teacher in action. What a wonderful experience he is getting this year
• Found out Veg has been promoting CF to his school buddies
• Helped two people squash their migraines
• Have my business site redesigns almost done
• Hired the designer that will fix me up with a cool book cover
• Got my ebook formatting done and ready to fill in the content
• My adult coaching clients made some huge progress this week (which always makes me smile)
And sooo much more, from the beautiful sunsets, full rainbows, tasty new food tries and great conversations.
I have just loved this week and it is only Tuesday!!
Someone turned me in, on behalf of my company to be locked up for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA).
If you have never heard of this, I shall explain:
A real policeman in a real police car is supposed to pick you up at your place of work and take you to the pretend lock up facility where you are to make phone calls for bail money. Which is really a donation to send a kid to camp.
It is also a networking event where you can chatter with people and share business contacts.
I ended up driving myself in, (no police car) and no one to call to raise money. So I went out to social media and begged. With a little bit of my own donations, helping someone at my table count her money, and a little bit of networking, I felt comfortable leaving.
I saw something recently that said "We don't turn grey, we sparkle"
Or something like that. Well I notice with a healthy diet and no smoking in our house my greying process has happened much much slower than the other woman in my family. But every once in a while I find that little strand sticking up in the middle of my head.
Honestly I won't mind when the hair color starts to shift, I'll look like it is naturally frosted. Or so I tell myself. Yup, I haven't used dyes to change my hair color yet and don't plan on it in the future.
Then again, I only wear make-up once a year, haven't used a hair dryer since the 80's, and don't polish my nails either. So take the no hair dye thing for what it's worth.
Which brings me to the reason for this post. Those once in a while sticky uppies... If the hair is going to turn grey, could it lie down flat like the rest? I don't mind that it is there, but seriously, does it have to pop up like little antennas trying to find planet hairspray?
At what point when I'm sleeping does a little follicle say: "Yeah, put it right here in the front and then make it really thick so that it stands tall against all the other hair and immune to the works of a hair brush"?
Ah I digress! While using dyes won't happen, I'm totally becoming friendly with the tweezers.
So crazy to think when I started this Blog Veg was heading off to his first year of pre-school and now he is in 6th grade.
Yup, class has started and the Vegkid is officially a Middle school student.
Some parents get sad when their kids progress through milestones but I think it is awesome. I mean we aren't raising babies to stay babies or toddlers to never grow up, we are raising the adults they will become and every step in that direction is a huge achievement.
I'm so proud of this stubborn, strong willed, smarty pants and have loved being his mom every step of the way. It is so thrilling to watch him grow in to the man he will be and middle school is certainly the next step in that direction.
When I dropped him off yesterday, there were no pictures, hugs or requests for assistance to the class room.
It was more like:
"Take me to the drive up line"
Hop out of car and he says:
"I got this, see ya!"
That was that... He was off and I had a giant grin. It was a defining moment as this new journey for him begins yet he took it with such pride and confidence.
It is that Blueberry time of year again. I went last week with a friend so we could chat while finding our bounty but my stash ended up being only 2lbs. Still way more than you would ever get at the store for way less money but the berries only lasted in our house for 24hrs.
Hubs said he would go with me to pick more but we kept getting rained out. Well apparently the rain did the blueberries good because we went tonight, were there for 1/2 the time but picked triple the amount of fruit.
Yup we came home with a whopping 7lbs. Filled up three containers and still left 4 cups for the husband's blueberry cobbler.
It was quite a good blueberry kind of day.
Now hopefully they will last more than 24hrs because as it stands, we will be poopin' blue for a month.
There is one young man in my class that started this CF thing against his better judgement. He is at that awkward stage where you're growing but don't really know what your body is doing. His Mom told him to try it and he clearly was NOT interested.
He struggles with coordination and even strength elements as he has been part of the video game generation that hasn't had to move much. His posture was poor and his confidence was worse when his Mom brought him to me.
I push, but not too much. I keep him moving and show that working out can be fun. Somedays he looks at me like I'm the she-devil for asking him to do a sit-up and I just want to give him a hug but instead he gets a high-five and encouragement to keep moving.
Sometimes he flops on the ground instead of a push-up. Other days he tries with all his might just to get through a beginner class but at the end of every class he succeeds at his level of accomplishment. Not compared to anyone else, just what HE can do is enough. And that is the awesomeness of CF.
After a few classes, I get to watch his posture begin to shift, his coordination begin to improve, his smile begin to shine and his excitement to get to class take over his fear. That is when I know we did it!
We made a difference in the life a child that will last far in to adulthood. It doesn't always happen on the first class. Sometimes it takes a couple weeks. But now this young man is forever changed like they all are and I'm reminded why I do what I do.
Well this past week, he said he loved a class and that it was the most fun he'd ever had.
I said "you know I pushed you a little bit to try harder?" he agreed. Then I asked "And you're not mad"...
"How could I ever get mad at you, you're the best coach I could have"
Trying not to melt, I then asked if he would keep coming back.
"Of course, what do you think? This is the favorite part of my whole week, Silly"
Ahhh, sometimes I'm not sure who is coaching who, but they sure do make me smile!!
I'm having so much fun coaching our local youth performance classes that I can't tell who is enjoying it more. Me or the young people.
What I do know is that my Vegman is LOVING it. He has worked out every week for 6 weeks and has seen huge improvement in his form, coordination, strength, agility and endurance.
But even better is his confidence as related to his own abilities have improved and his favorite thing before class is practicing pull-ups. The boys in his class definitely click and are hilarious together.
What a great environment for children to utilize as their sport of choice. But having my own child begin to love classes as much as others that are attending is a wonderful thing.
Well today was "bring your child to workout day" in honor of a baby that has cancer. And for the first time, Veg and I were to do a workout together. Not as child/parent/coach. But as partners!!!
He did NOT want to go... I was so bummed!! But eventually he caved to my charm. (Sorta??) and came along.
We had so much fun with the other teams and he did great to keep moving.
I'm pretty sure this isn't the end of our workouts together which makes me pretty happy!
Well Veg made it back safe and sound but something about picking him up this year was different.
As if he'd grown while gone. A young man stood before me, all smiles. Every kid and counselor was screaming after him like years past but this time he took the opportunity to say his goodbyes to each one and even got phone numbers.
He wasn't sluggish or ready to crash, he was full of energy and wanted peanut butter pie. All his friends greeted me with smiles and some of our CF family gave me great big hugs. They couldn't wait to tell me about their time away since I was the first CF parent to arrive. It was quite a moment.
On our way home Veg told me he was missing some socks because he loaned his to a guy that didn't have enough and one of his bug bands was gone too because one kid forgot bug spray. He then proceeded to tell me about the food situation and why he didn't have a single dessert that they offered because they were all filled with "crap" ingredients. Hence the need for immediate peanut butter pie.
Turned out he had a great time and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has become.
As for me.... I mentioned in the prior post but my week was Amazing.
Glad to have the kid home with stinky bags and all, but I won't complain if he wants to go to camp again next year. What a wonderful experience for all of us.
When my Mom would get bad news about her cancer I wouldn't give her a fight speech. Instead I told her to live with what ever time she had in the best way she could and that none of us are going to live forever.
I told her that we had the best of both worlds. If she got to live here longer than she could spend more time with us on earth but if she went off to the clouds and the rainbows, then she would be with us always.
So whether it was 6 months or 20 more years that she lived with the cancer inside her, I told her to just LIVE. Enjoy every new morning, every site and smell and each good moment that she wasn't hurting. Treasure those and be thankful for all the time she has had in life and will have going forward.
And frankly I don't think we need cancer to hear that message. Too many people going though the motions day in and day out doing what is expected instead of what they enjoy and they forget to live.
I always joked with her too that when it was her time to go be with the rainbows that she better send me some with a pot of gold.
Sometimes now when it is raining plus sunny, I run out to look for a rainbow and when I don't see one, I figure she is busy showing them to other people. *smile*
But when it is not raining AT ALL, the sky is clear and a rainbow appears, well THAT is when I know she is just saying Hi to me.
Now that pot of gold is still up for grabs....
A long time ago, a friend told me their thoughts about the short shorts that some girls wear to the gym. The kind that could be considered undies.
Since then I've seen competitors in local competitions all the way up to the Games wearing them as their gym attire. And every time I have a little laugh remembering what was said.
But recently, I've had a major dilemma that almost every CF girl experiences when they are working out every day. But now also as a coach, I'm pretty much living in my gym clothes and let's just say the undergarment issue is a challenge.
You don't want lines, marks or squishy spots popping out of your pants. You don't want to be wearing something underneath that shows through your pants when you squat. And you certainly don't want to go without holding everything in when you have a body like mine.
Many girls just let it all hang out but I'm not "many" girls and so the dilemma continued until I saw a girl wearing those shorts that look like undies. And a little light bulb went off in my head.
"I just need those short shorts, I can wear them under my pants, they compress things in, give no lines, no riding up, and keep everything where it belongs"
Perfect!! Problem solved, now I must go purchase them....
Insert my birthday money. The mother-in-law sent me a check and told me to get something cute with it and send her a picture.
Welllll, I ended up getting a 5 day supply of short sport shorts with little girly part inserts. And I mean short!!
They could be considered cute, I suppose but likely not what she had in mind.
Yes! I essentially used my birthday money for fitness undies. When I put them on, I laughed out loud thinking about what my old friend had said and then laughed even harder thinking about this picture that I was supposed to send to my mother-in-law.
Needless to say, I still hadn't sent that picture. So today I bought a $12 top and thought maybe I would send her a picture of it instead.