A little perspective...
bootcamp, alcoholic
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What is really important? Really.
Last week I started a bootcamp at my house in our backyard. This was extra. I didn't want to teach another class after dinner considering my day typically starts at 4:30-5:30 in the morning. A driving force behind me commiting to do this was all the inquiries from people in my home town and my wife Andrea. With that said I felt like it was a great opportunity for Andrea to workout and our kids to see yet another example of "what daddy does for work" and for them see to how fun fitness can be.
The story just begins there and I am only mentioning the way this class started to show that blessings often come in forms we can't see...until they hit us in the face.
One of our dear friends decided to take the class. She is nearly 50 years old and is a beginner at best. She is a recovering alcoholic. It almost killed her at one time in her life. We love her.
Yesterday was one of those days that life didn't treat her so well. One struggle after another. We have all been there. The kind of day that has you wanting to get in your car, drive, and keep going. Escape.
She called on the way to bootcamp and said traffic was ridiculous. A perfect excuse. My wife told her to just show up and jump into the class. She did and only midway through our warm-up so she didn't really miss anything significant.
After the class our friend stayed and asked to speak with Andrea out near her car.
She told Andrea that she would take this class as long as I continue to run it...which she hopes is forever. Why?
She was either coming to my bootcamp class (which I didn't even want to teach) or going to have her first drink in many, many years.
She left with happy tears and a smile on her face.
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on 7/2/2008
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