|Kate's Facebook status this morning|
Today I went to the 12:05 PM class and no one else signed up. Anthony and I spent an hour working on my snatch and my clean and jerk. Anthony videoed me and then we analyzed my movements about every 3-5 lifts. I learned so much and it was amazing. We put a bar rack in front of me to teach me to keep the bar close to my body. If I didn't the bar hit the rack and made a lot of noise. Marking where my feet should be on the floor with chalk was also very helpful and something that I think I will continue to do on my own.
|i found a note from Rachel in the locker room|
If an hour of one-on-one coaching wasn't enough to make today incredible, I climbed the rope for the very first time in my entire life. Rope climbing means more to me than just being able to climb a rope, but that's pretty cool in itself. When I was in elementary and middle school, I was taller and heavier than many of my classmates. I was not athletic and I was pretty weird. I didn't get picked to be on teams until after all the "good athletes" got chosen and I just kind of sucked at gym class. When I cannot do something, especially when someone teases me for not being able to do something, I am back in the old gym at East Woods feeling awkward and fat and desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of whatever we were supposed to be doing. Today I was able to climb the rope on my very first try and then I got about 3/4 of the way up on the big rope. I was so happy that I thought I was going to cry. I'm actually tearing up a bit typing this. I don't think the fat kids ever stop being the fat kids no matter how old they get or what they look like. I always expect that there is going to be some punk ass bully waiting to taunt me for not being able to climb up a freaking rope. And now I can.