06/18/2026
Back in February 2021, I ruptured my right patellar tendon while running sprints with my daughter’s softball team during practice. I was 45 years old. I lost my ability to work for over 2 weeks (should’ve taken more time off). I had to rely on others to help me do basic tasks for the first time in my life. I lost my identity as a coach because I literally couldn’t show my clients how to do an exercise.
After 5 years of struggling through rehab, struggling through getting back what I had lost physically and mentally, addressing several health issues, I’m finally clawing my way to a level of strength and power I’ve never had before. At 51 years of age, to paraphrase Dylan Thomas’ poem, I’ve refused to go gently into that good night. I continue to rage, rage against the dying of the light.
If you’ve struggled with getting back what you’ve lost or you’re finally fed up with letting life’s struggles keep you from realizing your potential, don’t quit, don’t stop, put one foot in front of the other and keep going. 💪🏽