Note: Start at "The Why"
What Happened:
Today I was able to teach my fitness class. The pain was agonizing and the fear of moving the wrong way and causing the pain was worse. I did more instructing than participating, which I hate doing. I love being a part. Not only does it allow me to go into the trenches with my class but it helps my cardio too. That afternoon a younger family member and a their friend was going to come over to my house. I picked them up. Leaving my parents house my right arm cramped up. We were at a stop sign and knew it was going to be bad. I cut on my hazard lights and set my phone so my family member could reach it. I eased away from the stop sign and begin to go. My left arm then locked up. I was not able to drive. I carefully instructed my underage passenger on what to do to steer us of the road. We slowly guided my car to the side of the road and out of harms way. I then told my passenger what to push on my phone to contact my parents who were not far. My mom came immediately. By this time my jaw had locked back up and I could do nothing but cry. I was so hurt emotionally that I couldn't be the strong person I wanted to be. I kept my face hidden and cried silently while I looked straight ahead. Is this life? My mom drove us to my house and I went to bed. I left emergency contacts and the password to my phone written beside my bed just in case something happened over night.
How I felt:
Scared! I was scared!!!! Will I be able to continue my fitness classes? Will I lose my followers and my dream of owning my own studio? When is this going to stop??? Should I stop driving? Ughhh
What Happened:
Today I was able to teach my fitness class. The pain was agonizing and the fear of moving the wrong way and causing the pain was worse. I did more instructing than participating, which I hate doing. I love being a part. Not only does it allow me to go into the trenches with my class but it helps my cardio too. That afternoon a younger family member and a their friend was going to come over to my house. I picked them up. Leaving my parents house my right arm cramped up. We were at a stop sign and knew it was going to be bad. I cut on my hazard lights and set my phone so my family member could reach it. I eased away from the stop sign and begin to go. My left arm then locked up. I was not able to drive. I carefully instructed my underage passenger on what to do to steer us of the road. We slowly guided my car to the side of the road and out of harms way. I then told my passenger what to push on my phone to contact my parents who were not far. My mom came immediately. By this time my jaw had locked back up and I could do nothing but cry. I was so hurt emotionally that I couldn't be the strong person I wanted to be. I kept my face hidden and cried silently while I looked straight ahead. Is this life? My mom drove us to my house and I went to bed. I left emergency contacts and the password to my phone written beside my bed just in case something happened over night.
How I felt:
Scared! I was scared!!!! Will I be able to continue my fitness classes? Will I lose my followers and my dream of owning my own studio? When is this going to stop??? Should I stop driving? Ughhh
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