There should be pictures for this post, but the pictures in my mind span 15 years and I have no hard copies. Snap shots from Massey Place, Otway, the old kickboxing studio…faces…faces…faces…
The last page of a final chapter. That is how I feel about this final week. When I made the decision to sell the kickboxing program to my friend Dee (who will carry the torch and do an amazing job), I determined to enjoy every minute of teaching for the rest of the session. And I have. No nostalgia – that can wait.
I am sad to close this chapter. After awhile, the things you pour yourself into become a part of your identity. Closing a chapter like this is like closing a part of who you are. I’ll have a lot of time to think about this and grieve the good-byes after the fact. For now, I want to say thank you.
Over the years, I have had a lot of really great instructors, but to the top of my mind come a special few who committed 100% to the FitLife philosophy that fitness was only the stepping stone through which we gained permission to encourage our clients to fully engage in ALL aspects of their lives – Dougie Krecsy, Stein Fladmark, Jackie Boyes and of course Shelli Williams. Fitness became a metaphor for…everything. But it was only a metaphor. These special people encouraged me as well – they believed in the philosophy. They believed in me. We believed in each other. They loved me, and I loved them. Thank you.
There have also been some really special people who have come through my doors. As a trainer, when you have the privilege of witnessing a life-transforming change in any client, it is just that – your privilege. You understand well that it is not your skill or your knowledge or the force of your personality that has enacted that change. A person who comes through your door and turns their life around does so for one reason only – they were ready. They chose to change. They made a decision. And you become a grateful witness.
And finally, there are those who chose to walk beside you. For some, fitness isn’t about dramatic change at all. It is a lifestyle. A necessity. It is the communal ‘well’ – or the ‘river’ – shared by cultures around the globe – that place where people gather to perform the daily ritual of washing clothes or children (for us – the daily ritual of moving) and share the details of their lives at the same time. This may perhaps be the greatest privilege of all – and I thank you for choosing to share this ritual with me through the years. As I write, faces flash in front of me. It is my own little slide show. How could I be so lucky – to share so many moments with so many people?
Thanks guys. Don’t forget me.