The Melting Season:
Several years back I found myself in a dark place, I had let life (you know – kids, building a house, work, society needs, family drama, etc.) take over. I looked in the mirror one day and seriously did not recognize or like the person looking back at me. With some encouragement of girlfriends I stuck my big toe back in the gym after years of being “on the bench” and began to return to my original, younger version of myself that loved of running. That spring, I did my first 5k and thought I was going to die, ok maybe not die, but definitely pass out and wither away behind the dumpster I was contemplating throwing up behind (a nice eye opening reality check that treadmill miles and outdoor humidity miles are not the same). In that very moment I knew I needed a different workout plan, I needed someone or something that would help push me and guide me so that my knee did not end up back in a brace. Suddenly there it was, right in front of me. My new love was found in a grungy, smelly kickboxing gym in a back alley of Millington, TN. Kickboxing was the cardio and therapeutic push I needed, the pounds started to melt away. I was very lucky to have a trainer whom was also my friend and as the gym underwent changes he encouraged me to keep searching for new ways to challenge myself and keep consistent, particularly in the weight lifting category. Following my friend’s advice I searched for something strength related that I could add to the kickboxing regime to keep me motivated and moving in the right direction.