When I was in high school, two of my friends went to a Justin Timberlake concert. They saw our Spanish teacher and the dance coach at the concert. Hammered. We didn't have facebook back then...even texting wasn't really big. But nonetheless, word traveled fast. I remember sitting in Spanish class and smirking at my teacher. She was young, beautiful, and single - getting the depiction of her wasted at a JT concert secured what I had envisioned adult life to be like. Wild and fun. There was nothing wrong with either of these two young women. They were amazing teachers and coaches, and they were responsible and put together. They had every right to concert-go and boogy down to the man that IS Justin Timberlake while liquidated and lucid. They could have been celebrating a 30th birthday for all I know. I don't judge them. But I also have never forgotten that moment of gossip and shock-awe. You work with kids and you are immediately subject to being seen at ANY moment during your social outings.
I put her on the field to play to the level I expect all my athletes to play to - their best. If that's what I expect for them, can I really back down from my own pre- and post-op wrangling of success? Sure, I may be a little bit older, a little bit past my glorified "athlete" years, but damnit, what kind of role model am I if I set the bar low for myself?! It might be scary to grab my wii controller and knock out some dance moves, but that doesn't mean I won't be tearing it up a year from now. Football (and futbal), do not need to be permanent scare tactics in my young adult years. If I'm going to tell my girls to come back strong, it's only fair that I set myself up to do the same. I thought about that last night when I went to the gym. My surgeon has encouraged me to bike (pain-free) up until surgery. I've been pedaling ABOUT how quickly and ferociously you might imagine your great-grandmother going. Yesterday, I stepped up my game. I taught spin through my college years, and I jumped on that bike last night, and I went no where fast. Check yourselves, blog readers, I made progress in the fear department. I was spinning.