My heart, head and majority of my body LOVES the life as a Fitness Instructor, but there are a few things that get in the way.
After breaking my foot and ankle in 2007, I will get up to walk and collapse to the floor in a heap.
Like this morning, as I woke up at 5:30 to go to barre and teach yoga after, I stepped out of bed and fell to the floor clutching my foot. My Damn Foot. I don't want to call it my "bad foot," but it has given me a lot of trouble over the last almost decade.
I quickly texted a friend asking her to sub for class this morning, thank God she said yes, or I'd crawl to class with one working leg. If you've ever had an injury, you'd know that the body, mind and spirit is affected.
Can't use one foot, hips start to hurt. Can't use one foot, can't drive a car to teach a class. Can't use one foot, can't get a good workout in to boost morale.
The emotional side of not being able to teach might be worse. I think about the people who come to class that I won't be able to see, the fitness director I am letting down by not being able to teach and the poor gal who has to crawl out of bed to teach my yoga class in the wee early morning. Not to mention the subs I have to get for the next few days while my foot stays clenched and writhing in pain.
I feel like a wussy. Like I am giving in to pain that others might view as not that bad. But as I take a full review and listen to the pain, my foot convinces me that this pain is not for babies. This pain is real, it's not going away and it needs to heal. So here I sit, typing as I dream of squats and lunges and missing my favorite barre class, so I can heal and be a better fitness instructor in time. Waiting sucks. But sometimes it's all we have.