It was time.
Me and Mike broke up. I thought I would be more upset. Maybe it hasn't hit me yet. It's only been a week. But it was time. I have been training with Mike for about 3 years (?) now. I had only been working with him maybe about a year when he was leaving the YMCA to go to Lifetime. It was a great move for him. But I completely panicked. And wrote this: http://thefoodwar.blogspot.com/2012/01/bomb-is-dropped.html. But he stuck with me, and he didn't have to. That's the kind of coach, the kind of person he is.
I was not confident that I could do it without him. I still held him responsible for my progress. I hadn't yet internalized that he didn't do it. I did it. He was there. He was a support. He pushed me out of my comfort zone (ok, I'm not really ever in a comfortable zone when training with him). He challenged me. And probably the most important....he believed in me. I didn't believe in myself. For a long time.
But I do now. It was time to take off the training wheels. I have been coached well. Trained well. I don't have all the answers yet. I haven't completed my journey yet. But I've learned enough to know that I got this.
Thank you Mike.
|About 2 years ago at the Y not long before he left|