In Spring of 2012, I graduated from a demanding and rigorous Division 1 Rowing Team, having spent over 12 years perfecting my skill as coxswain. When I arrived in Buffalo at the end of my final season, I knew I needed an outlet to challenge myself physically but didn’t know what to do.
There is no limit to what you can accomplish at KC’s. The encouragement and support within the community is echoed by every member who has walked through its doors.
I had no challenge outside of work and I refused to admit that I actually missed two-a-day practices and the requirement of monitoring my weight for competition. In pursuit of an equally satisfying workout to our college practices, my former teammates and I sampled every variety of workouts available to us. It actually became amusing to see what we would attempt next; hot yoga, regular yoga, roller blading, running, spinning, acrobatics on fabric sheets (in case any of us decided we wanted to try out for Cirque du Soleil), INSANITY Workout. You name it, I tried it. Some worked for short periods of time, but none were enough to keep me focused through the entire workout, and frankly, I was bored out of my mind.
I needed something that excited me. I wanted the challenge of learning something new but didn’t know what that was yet. What I did know was that I needed a group to workout with. The impersonal gym environment where the only interaction between people is to ask “when are you going to be done with that machine?” was definitely not for me. I wanted a group to challenge me and hold me accountable to myself. I wasn’t working out because I had to; I was working out because I wanted to.
My long time mentor and high school rowing coach, Aileen McNamara, introduced me to KC’s Fitness in 2014 where we took a Women’s Boxing Class on Tuesday and Thursday evening. Unfortunately, my work hours conflicted with the class and I reluctantly had to stop attending. After two weeks of zero participation I received a call while at work from one of the coaches – Warren Griffin. He was checking in to see how I was doing and wondering when I was coming back to work out. This simple phone call blew my mind. It was the first time since college rowing that someone made me feel accountable for my own fitness and progress towards my goals. Once my hours changed, I immediately went back to KC’s!
My first class back was with an instructor I didn’t know, Shawn McDonell. As soon as I walked in, Shawn had introduced himself right away. That class, we ran stairs, did various boxing stations and hit a heavy bag with a baseball bat. By the end of it I was exhausted, but I felt fantastic because of the connection I felt with the people in class.
From that point on, KC’s became a part of my daily routine and its incredible staff is its best asset. I enjoy working with people I trust and respect; this I have found with every instructor at KC’s. David Hooper, who teaches the Women’s Boxing Class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings actually participates in the workout with us. He is right there doing burpees, swinging kettlebells; helping each of us to set goals, meet them and redefine them. No matter where you are physically or what you’re trying to achieve, David is behind you 100%.
The uniqueness of working out alongside the instructors at KC’s has not worn off and I don’t believe it ever will. It is not uncommon to find Pietro holding a kick shield during class, Marisa practicing a combination on the side of the room or working her way into stations, Shawn wearing the body shield taking shovel hooks while managing to correct you when you’re throwing them improperly, or Kevin taking on 6 people at once for an hour at a time.
I started off with one goal in mind – making it to one class every day. Over time, it has evolved into setting goals such as: being able to hold well enough for Pietro so he can get a great workout or getting out of bed once a week for a morning class – which I haven’t yet accomplished, but I know I will!
After almost a year, no two classes have been the same. Each day I am eager as I leave work to get to class and see what challenges await me. In class, I find myself taking risks by holding mitts for some of the toughest men and women there and I’ve come to realize when I’m away from KC’s, I don’t just miss working out I miss the energy of the Gym itself.
There is no limit to what you can accomplish at KC’s. The encouragement and support within the community is echoed by every member who has walked through its doors. The transformation you’ll see in your body is secondary to the transformation you will see in the happiness of your everyday life after joining KC’s.
“Come, come, whoever you are, wanderer, worshiper, lover of learning.It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.”
How many things do you set out to do and then become diverted? Have you made resolutions to get healthy and fit? Have you endeavored to learn a language or musical instrument? Have you promised yourself to ardently commit to change in some capacity, but fallen short, or worse, not even tried? I enjoy Rumi’s poem because it gently reminds me to practice patience and refrain from self-judgment.
Thoughtful appraisals of our actions and behaviors are helpful, but berating oneself is rarely useful. I have been teaching martial arts, boxing and weight training for over twenty-five years, and not a week goes by that I don’t hear people reference themselves as stupid, or swear when they perform a movement that does not meet their expectations.
“…how we practice and train is often how we do life.”
I hear these admonishments enough that I felt compelled to offer my thoughts on these moments; I don’t find them particularly useful. Recently, one of my student athletes at Hilbert College rebuked himself in a class setting. I asked if he did that often, and he assured me that he berated himself all the time. I asked why, and he assured me because he deserves it anytime he screws up in his sport. In the moment you do this, however, I believe there is tension. The latter can impede your movements for just one or two seconds. In that small space of time, your opponent can be twenty feet past you. Tension inhibits the ability to move fluidly, and velocity is impaired. Then, without velocity, you’ll have no power. Well, this might seem only useful for athletes, but I believe that how we practice and train is often how we do life. Upbraiding oneself while training usually follows you into your personal life. Yes, the chastisement is only for a moment, but it lingers, and I doubt the efficacy of it. Many years ago I decided that heaping huge amounts of self-criticism on oneself was a form of punishment. Once the punishment is doled out, however, it becomes ok to make the mistake again. It’s like doing time for the crime. Of course we are always ready to castigate ourselves, and continue the vicious cycle forever.
Habits are formed over time, and some serve us more than others. Practice patience, and be kind to yourself. When you fall down; get up faster than you fell. When you make a mistake; fix it. When you get lazy; change it. When your efforts weaken; simply figure out how to improve it without adding the drama of self-loathing. Analyze your mistakes so that you can learn from them, but don’t pour the “hot oil of judgment” over yourself because of them. There is nothing strong about this behavior, and the process of letting go of these self berating responses will make your more productive, less tense, and a more powerful individual.