Because it has survived.
And most importantly, because, it has thrived.
It has been broken, but it has fought to come back, every time, despite the injury, despite the age, it continues to conquer.
I grew up with little to no medical care. I wasn’t immunized. I didn’t see the dentist until I was eight. I broke two ankles and recovered with no cast. As a kid, I loved being outside, jumping, running, and playing ball.
And I worked. We worked hard because of demanding physical chores that the farm and/or family needed. I spent most of my life under age 12 with no shoes on, covered in bruises, but lean and strong.
I played every sport I could and rarely addressed injuries, yet my body was resilient.
As an adult, my body gained an excessive amount of weight, smoked, and drank too much. Yet, it returned to running and jumping and brought itself back.
It ran 3 weeks after a broken back and was strength training again the same week as a broken foot.
It delivered a dying baby.
It maintained a home, five acres, a job, school, and a new baby when it’s husband was on active duty with the Army.
It now daily lifts a 75-pound boy with severe Cerebral Palsy in and out of a wheelchair. It stands bedside 24 to 48 hours at a time with no sleep during the boy’s 32 surgeries. It stands and teaches hundreds of students 6 to 8 hours a day on a concrete floor.
It power lifts, competitively powerlifts.
It finally got its brain to agree that it needed something more, it needed to feel as physically strong as it did emotionally strong.
Read more about my powerlifting journey with iFast in my blog post titled “Will is my Deadlift”