I'm not gifted with great genetics. I'm not naturally athletic.
I was extremely pigeon toed as a child to the point where I was picked on for it. I was a slow runner. My triples in softball should have been home runs because of my slow running. I "fixed" my pigeon toes on my own and then my hips started to pop and hurt after I ran.
I kept going.
I climbed trees as a child and had constantly bruised shins and sap in my hair to show for it. I rode my bike everywhere. I played Wiffle Ball and Cops-n-Robbers until dark. In the winter I LIVED for sledding! I ran straight into a tree once and it rung my bell.
I kept going.
My ankles were weak. I had them taped before every soccer game so I could run without pain and swelling. Often the girls teams were last in the training room, because boys were more important. So I learned how to tape my own ankles.
I kept going.
I played sports all through high school. Soccer, swimming and softball. I was a decent softball pitcher but was scared of the role. I had a great arm, thanks to my brother who wouldn't let me "throw like a girl". In soccer, I was known for my powerful throw ins and could put the ball wherever I wanted to. Swimming I just did to stay busy and I wasn't great at it, but it led to a job lifeguarding and teaching swim lessons in college.
I kept going. Actually, that's a lie.
I stopped.
I had my first child at 21, got married before I should have, divorced 5 years later. During that time, I never lost the "baby weight". I was instantly an adult who had to survive and raise a human. I dabbled in "working out" but mostly just survived. I dealt with anxiety during this time, but I didn't know what it was. I kept it to myself because I thought I was crazy.
I survived.
I got remarried and had my second child at 36. Before I got pregnant, my workouts consisted of a 1 mile run, 25 crunches and 25 push ups. (I know, I know, CRUNCHES?).
FACE PALM.
I didn't know what to do, I just knew I needed to MOVE.
I kept going.
I started p90x after I had my daughter. It was ok. Mostly annoying. I eventually started reworking that format to fit my needs.
I kept going.
I decided I wanted to be a "personal trainer". I had no idea what that meant but seemed like a fun job. Got certified and a few clients right away. I had no gym, just my own basement or clients homes. I winged it, but...
I kept going.
Nutrition was a major roadblock for me personally. I was eating very low calorie and dealing with significant digestive issues and in pain all the time. I saw several Dr's who had no answers.
I kept going.
With help of a Nutritionist, I got the digestive issues under control and then a problem with my right knee popped up. A cyst nestled between my ACL and Meniscus according to the $1600 MRI. I saw the best orthopedic Dr. in the area. I was prepared to schedule surgery to have it removed. Instead, he said I was too old and that I needed to "leave the training to the young guys". I was 40.
I kept going..... ish.
For over a year I did little to no lower body weighted exercise. I stopped running completely to keep the cyst from filling with fluid. I became lower body weak and was not happy. But I kept working and training.
I kept going.
Eventually, I found ways to train around the cyst. Studied the knee extensively and eventually found that my hips were not mobile and my knees were taking on a lot of what the hips were supposed to do. A lightbulb went off.
I kept going.
I found Corrective Exercise and the FMS (Functional Movement Systems) areas of study as a result of my own issues and have used that education to become an expert in reducing injury risk and healing injury.
Because I kept going, I have taken my road blocks, and turned them into opportunity.
I keep going.
Opportunity has never ONCE knocked on my door. I've had to hunt it down, grab it by the neck and struggle to make it mine. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. The cards have always been stacked against me. Listen carefully to me when I say
I DO NOT CARE.
I WILL ALWAYS KEEP GOING.