I spent decades certain I was not an athlete. Coaches literally told me to skip laps. I lived in Europe where casual citizen athletics wasn’t really a thing. And then I started lifting heavy weights with a trainer who didn’t know that about me.
Eighteen months later: 385 pounds on the leg press.
This week I’m sharing what that actually taught me — about failure, about being seen for your effort rather than your results, and about the ceilings we build over our own power without even noticing.
Finish this sentence out loud: “I’m just not someone who...”
Then ask yourself: when did I decide that?
Because it’s not a fact. It’s a ceiling you built.
