Same Path Traveled Different Journey Part 6: #whyIswing

As a trainer and coach, I always want to know my clients’ why, the what for, . . . the deeper reason why they are working with me. At first, it can be as simple if dropping some weight or fitting into a pair of jeans, but I usually find there are deeper reasons why behind their goals, even through their goals are GOOD!

It wasn’t till Strength Matters posted the question “why do you swing” wanting to know the reason behind many people’s swing. Right away I thought, I swing to help with my sport. I posted this picture at the beginning of the water ski season, now with it is the end of the season I find I am asking myself do I have a deeper reason behind my swing then just for off-season training? If I am asking my clients to discover their “why” or “what for” I thought I would share my reasons.

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I swing for my mom; she has been the one who has always believed in my dreams and my wild hippie-gypsy spirit. Without her I would not be the woman I am today! She has taught me there is a powerful source living within me! It is through the power of believing I will be able to unleash this source.  This power has lead me to have a passion for exercise, health, movement, nutrition etc!  But it is only a result of my mother leading me to discover my passions and most importantly this power that is bigger than life.  She has taught me how trusting and having faith in this power leads us to your passions and the process of discovering your true strength. She has taught me so much about power strength, and living life with passion,  but most importantly she has taught me to stand for my beliefs and for those who I love.

It is now my turn to demonstrate to her all she has given to me! And this is the reason I swing for my mom.

A year ago, my mother went into brain surgery to remove a tumor.  Leading up this event was her neck and back pain.  After two different MRIs, it was confirmed she had a herniated disk at C6- C7. For those who may be wondering what do those letters mean if you were to bend your head down toward your chest it is the main vertebra you feel at the base of her neck.

To the doctors and my parents surprise there a tumor trying to make itself a home in my mother’s brain.  This was a blessing in disguised!  The surgery was an easy success! Yes it was a huge success, but that was the easy part.  Recovery has been a different story.  My mom was not only recovery from a major surgery but she was and is still trying to heal her neck.  She decided one surgery was enough and she was going to heal her neck with the holistic approach.  Because of where the herniated disk is located it has caused her shoulder and hand tremendous pain.  She continues to fight this through chiropractor, massage therapy, acupuncture, and pulse therapy.

The cost of the surgery and the fact she has maxed out her insurance coverage, I am asking for your donation to help my mother fight this battle of regaining her health without another surgery.

Knowing she gave me this amazing gift of life, I cherish this gift through my health.

I will be doing a kettlebell swing for every dollar donated to help my mother to be the best she can be pain free! Clink here to see how you can be apart of this! https://www.gofundme.com/iswingformamabitz

Most importantly, I am committed not just my health and my mother’s but to your life’s health. I swing for you to know life is amazing wonderful life and we are to enjoy this gift through this complex amazing bodies of ours.

I SWING for my MOM

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My mom is my why S- She is my

Passionate, strong, W-warrior

Who continues to I- inspires me to live life to the fullest

And lets N-nothing get in the way of

The G-Greatness she continues to see in me.

Same Path Traveled Different Journey: Part 1

I go back to my car and turn the key with the normal anticipation my car would start. Nothing happened! Nothing! My car was dead . . . . Again! Ugh Really!

The drill of me calling for road side assistance was unfortunate something I did on regular basis last summer. Knowing it would be about an hour for them to arrive, I walked to the nearest gas station. Starving at this point, I pick up a cup of coffee and a protein bar that was more like a candy bar with all the added sugar.  This killed about 15 minutes even at a very slow walking pace.

So I sat on the curb and waited and waited. I tried to find some type of comfort with my “protein bar” and coffee but at this point nothing would be able to comfort me. As the minutes went by, slowly my emotions started to go numb. I just had finished a Chiropractor appointment to fix my broken back (fish out of water post), I had a broken car and I was literally broke since I was only able to work part-time. As I sat there completely still, my thoughts were racing each other trying to find the future, a future.

I continued to wait. I had no words, no feelings, no emotions expect hopeless. I was lost for the right direction to get me out of this brokenness. The only thought on my mind was to get home to Spokane.

After exactly an hour, the mechanic got my car up and running! Without a second thought racing ahead of my decision, I was on the road to Spokane! Before getting on the 4-hour stretch I knew I needed some fuel. So I went to Starbucks. I usually park the car and walk in to order my drink. Fearing that my car would not start again, I chose the drive-thru. While I was waiting for my order, I sent a text to the family I was renting from.  I needed to let them know I would not be home that weekend. My text started “My Mother has a brain tumor.”  As I hit send, my hands started to shake uncontrollably. The reality hit me unexpectedly. Trying to control my nerves I reached for my coffee.  Spilling my coffee on my car, these words ringed over and over in my head!  This is really happening!  I already was preparing myself to have surgery at the end of October but now I needed to be there for my mother’s brain surgery in the beginning of October.

Continue reading “Same Path Traveled Different Journey: Part 1”

A Joyful Strength

This past week being Thanksgiving I have been reminded to be thankful for the simple things in life. I want to use this weekend Saturday Shout Out to a very special woman in my life, my mom. She has taught me so many things about the beautiful life.   One lesson she has taught me is how powerful having a positive and strong mind can be during difficult times.

 

The beginning of September I was talking on the phone with my parents when they announce how my mother has a brain tumor. Devastated with the fact and trying to wrap my knowledge to what this could mean I feel asleep to my puddle of tears. The following morning I woke up saying to myself glad that was only a nightmare. As I was leaving for work, the thought of this only being a dream left and reality started to sink in like a heavy weight. Not knowing what to do, the tears started to flow again. Once I arrived at work, I allowed this heavy weight to build up a wall to hide my tears.  I continued my day as if nothing had happened, trying to paint a happy smile over this weighted wall.

 

These days turn into weeks and weeks to month. The day had come for my mom’s surgery.  I found myself helping my mother prepare the night before.

 

In the surgery room helping her into her gown I saw pure joy on her face. “How can she be so positive during this fearful time of the unknown?” I continued to watch her demonstrate pure joy and excitement. She was able to see the good through this difficult time. She had full faith the surgeon would do his job to the best of his ability. Then she was wheeled away.

 

Finally the tears crushed through the wall like uncontrollable water breaking through a dam. I cried out to the unknown future “Please do not take my Mom.” During this out break of tears, I started to find the same joy my mother had right before she went into surgery. This joy comforted me as I continued to cry.

 

I am so thankful to say the surgery was successful.  Even though she is not 100% she is recovery well. She is in the best care with two amazing nurses, my sisters. They have given sacrificially love and care to my mother during this healing process.

 

Through these past two month I have learned the joy of the struggle. Similar to exercise there will always be a struggle, a struggle to lift heavier, a struggle to run faster, a struggle to become better.

 

Summer 2009 - Mom Visits me in Maine
Summer 2009 – Mom Visits me in Maine

I know no matter what the future holds I will have the strength to continue life’s journey. For the joy of the Lord is my strength (Nehemiah 8:10)