I’ve been waiting and waiting…and waiting for these results for what feels like an eternity! I know that my presenter told us it would be about 4-6 weeks, but I always assume they overestimate these things and when it got to be mid-way through week four this week, I started to doubt that I’d passed the practical portion of the exam–I was almost positive I had passed the written portion. Then last night, I just had a feeling that it was the day. I was in class until 7pm, so I texted my sister and asked her to please get the mail, but not to tell me if anything came. When I walked in the door after class, I noticed the envelope sitting on the table. I ran over to the table, sat down, and ripped it open to see what was inside. All I read was the “Congratulations!” on the letter and I threw it down and screamed/cried/laughed and every emotion in between! Everything I’ve been feeling for the past months and weeks came flooding out of me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
All night I could not stop smiling and staring at my certificate. I DID IT!
What this means to me is something I’ve tried to put into words so many time, yet I fail every time. All I know is right now I’m on top of the world and I don’t see myself coming down anytime soon. I have never wanted anything so badly, and I have achieved it. These few months have led me to amazing new people and experiences, and deepened my passion for fitness, both for myself and for others. I am so excited to be a part of the AFAA family–one that has already welcomed me with open arms in the past 24 hours! I am even more excited to start planning my classes and get out there to help others realize that fitness truly can be for everyone and that they can make their lives however they want.
So to everyone out there who has a dream and is not sure they have “what it takes” to make it happen. I’m here to tell you you do. Fight for it, and when it’s yours, rejoice in that moment. There is no better feeling.
I’ve often said that the easiest way to make me do something is to say that I couldn’t do it. Maybe it’s the oldest child in me, or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t like to be underestimated. As much as I have changed throughout my life, if one thing has stayed the same, it’s that if I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it well.
From a fitness standpoint, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m capable of doing things I never would have thought I was capable of doing myself. I was never an athlete. But everything changed when I discovered that I could run a few miles and not die (yes, this seriously was a fear of mine back in high school, as I was forced to run around that dang track in gym class … one of my closest friends from high school…
I’ve always believed in the power of the mind. It’s power to get you through tough times, to unlock potential, to be strong when the body is weak. Anyone who knows me knows this. One of my favorite quotes is even “change your mind and your body will follow”. However, this is something I’ve always had a bit of a hard time seeing for myself, within myself. You know, one of those age old can’t take my own advice kinda things–I can tell people how important the mind is to achieving your goals, but casually seem to forget that when it comes to my own life. Whoops!!
Until this morning. Saturday mornings have become my sanctuary since the semester started. With my interning and class schedules, I’m lucky if I make it in for a class during the week, so I’ve started doing doubles on Saturdays. Drums Alive for the fun cardio and then Full Body Blast/Core Fit for the strength, cardio, and ass-kicking. The format of FBB changes week to week, but we almost always start out with some variation of interval training: 3 rounds of 7 different exercises performed for one minute each with a one minute breaks between rounds. The idea is to ramp up your intensity each round, giving all you have left for that last round.
Take a journey with me: it’s the last exercise of the last round. Jumping jacks. Side note: I do regular jacks in terms of the lower bosy, just holding on to my walker for balance. We’re 21 minutes in at this point and everyone is just ready for it to be over. Timer goes and we’re all moving through our final for 60 seconds. I have a tendency (in everything I do) to come out of the gate insanely strong, too strong for my own good, and then end up having to take a break or two within the minute. Today started out no differently. I was beasting through those first few seconds in both speed and accuracy. Janice, our amazing instructor, was going around the room keeping everyone on track and all the sudden she stopped right in front of me, mirror image. Janice has been an amazing asset to my life in the past few months since joining the gym and going for certification and has truly supported my goals from the get-go. She started talking to me telling me things like “I know you want to go faster than me so do it” and that if I stopped and took a break at all in the next minute we’d all be starting over. It wasn’t the fact that I was slightly terrified of her in the moment that sparked my motivation, but what she was actually saying. It was like she tapped into my own mind and knew what I was thinking. I did want to go faster than her. I am a competitor at heart. But my mind was stopping me from getting there. And then something crazy happened. Janice looked at me and said “I know it’s hard, but do it anyway.” Those words not only unlocked my emotions and almost made me start crying, but unlocked my mind and body together to give me what I needed to push through until the end and do those jumping jacks for a minute without stopping. I have acknowledged that things are hard before, but hearing that acknowledgement from someone else is not something that happens often. In that moment it was as if our minds synced.
It’s hard. Do it anyway. Do it because you want to better yourself. Do it because your dreams don’t take breaks or days off. Do it because your body does not define you. Do it because you can.