I’ve been teaching boot-camp for seven years. Some people come to all 4 classes a week and others come to 3, 2 or even just a Saturday.
I’ve had people come pretty consistently since the very beginning and some who came, stopped, then came back. I have friends, sisters, neighbors, people who heard about me through a friend of a friend who took my class once in 2015. Some people are “one and done’s” and others have come for a while and then move on to something new. I’m smart enough to know that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and that’s ok.
I’ve had people dealing with injuries, serious illnesses, deaths in the family and other life-altering events. I have had people coming to class that were very limited but they came because they wanted to be a part of the workouts; to be able to do something, anything. And most recently, I was mentioned in wedding vows as being a part of their courtship. How cool is that?
So back to my point. And the thing I love about it more than anything, is the community that’s been created. We are strong. And supportive. My boot-camp peeps, as I like to call them, are a great bunch of people and they have created their own relationships within the group. Sure, it may start as a conversation about how much they hate (insert least favorite exercise here) during class but they also share a lot about their lives. Kids. Work. Travel. Books. How they hate hill repeats. It covers the gamut.
Yes. I listen. I’m not just counting. Or not just ‘not’ counting. Whatevs. I hear you. And it makes me happy.
So cheers to my peeps. My community. Our community. May we continue our journey together for a very long time.
Now go run!