Oh, you thought this was a regular selfie? …WELL IT’S NOT!!!!!!
It was a ploy to get you to notice my sick, new Apple Watch, and my new, fake tattoo, while being nonchalant and modest.
I knew you’d want a closer look, so I went ahead and captured that moment for you.
I’ve been doing nothing but ball-out hard while wearing. You could too if you buy one. It has magical powers, and you can talk to it-which I spent the greater part of my Friday doing. All my homies got some legendary text messages.
Please reference my most recent Instagram post, exhibiting a flawless execution of what we call “Rocking” in Pilates. Yeah. That was the watch.
K. enough of that noise. What you need to know now, is that Mozart is currently in FULL, mack-daddy effect.
It’s true. I don’t always prefer hard core gangster rap. My musical taste covers a wide spectrum of genres, because I am really kewl, with a k, like that.
Today I want to talk about injury.
Despite putting my body through a lot of voluntary stress and vigor, I have never had a serious injury (knock on wood!). I’ve broken two bones in my life, and one was by choice – my nose and my right big toe. So pussy, but do you like how I just came clean and told you I had a nose job? (Don’t you dare tell anyone).
With that said, I cannot relate on a personal level to those who suffer from debilitating chronic injuries. But, like any teacher of movement, I am always eager to learn more about specific conditions my clients have, so that I can do my best to get them stronger, more mobile, and feeling better. THAT’S MY JOB.
I believe that it’s ALSO MY JOB to continue to push and challenge clients (in a smart, safe way), so that they can continue to progress, because isn’t that the point of exercise? If you’re not working to change, then why are you working? Go sit on the couch and eat Cheetos. For real. Get the fuck outta here.
Why do things you can already do over and over again? You’re NOT SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE when you exercise. Period. The end. Some people love it (me!) Some people hate it. But we do it because we want to be healthy, we want to live long, we want to have strong bones and muscles, we want to be the best athlete in the world, what-the-fuck-ever, we do it because it produces positive results. We come out of it feeling good.
It’s safe to say that when we’re physically healthy and strong, we usually have the rest of our shit together. Mind and body work together. You have to have the mental strength to get the physical strength, because it takes discipline, risk, and a lot of failure to make the gains. There are times it sucks and you want to cry or throw up, or you even get hurt. THAT HAPPENS. You hope it never does, but sometimes it just does. It’s the risk you run when you participate in ANY physical activity.
This brings me to my next point…injury. Teachers/trainers, what happens when injury happens on your watch? This was literally my biggest fear when I first started to teach. I would avoid exercises because I was terrified someone would get hurt. As a novice, yes, it’s always best to err on the side of caution, and you need to know when to insert new, more challenging exercises. But, at the same time, you can’t predict what the outcome will be. You’re taking a risk by teaching something new. Injury usually doesn’t happen because a client tries one exercise and all of the sudden throws their back out, or blows their knee out. It’s almost always cumulative – a long time coming. We see clients, at most 2-3 hours weekly. What are they doing the other 165 hours a week? How do they carry themselves day-to-day? This is the stuff (improper biomechanics) that cause imbalances in the body and put you at a higher risk for injury. Period. The end.
ADULTS ARE ULTIMATELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR OWN BODIES, the good and the bad.
If you disagree with this, get the fuck out of here. NOW.
Yes, I am there to help coach people, get them to do and feel things the right way, push them, progress them, make them stronger, and maybe even make them laugh, but I am not Jesus. I can’t miraculously force someone to work really hard, and exert themselves. I can’t force someone to want something they don’t give a flying fuck about…although if I could, I would. World would be a better place… 😉
NO PUSSIES ALLOWED IN MY CLUB!
Tell me what YOU think? Do you ever blame yourself for what happens to others?
Talk to me, Homies.