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!!