I’ve been thinking a lot about Trainer recently…
Usually, I admit, it’s thinking “oh thank God she’s not here!” when I’m at the gym and stop a couple lunges before the workout makes me cry. But aside from that, I’ve been thinking about her touch. No, no, not like THAT… for heaven’s sake, let me explain.
Ok, so I’d be doing squat #9,228, for example, and oddly enough, my form would waver ever so slightly. Or rep #17,581 with that shoulder squeezy torture thing. Or the 4 millionth (no of course I’m not exaggerating) bench press with pray-to-the-gods-this-doesn’t-paralyze-me-for-life-heavy weights.
Just as my mind would leave the building to try to find its happy place, I’d feel Trainer’s touch — the barest pressure of a fingertip placed in the absolute center of my shoulder blades, or breastbone, or ab “muscle” (still working on that) … with the instruction to “squeeze HERE,” or “start from HERE” or just silence as my body would automatically adjust a micro-fraction to the perfect alignment for the exercise.
That one tiny touch helped keep me from injury.
That one tiny touch helped strengthen me in all the right places.
And that one tiny touch showed me that Trainer was paying exquisite attention, totally engaged, and absolutely part of my every movement (not to mention how ridiculously experienced, skilled, and effective she is as a trainer, my God!).
The smallest signs of support can change everything.
Like my photographer friend this morning who out of the blue said “If you have [gay] friends journeying to MD next year to tie the knot, please, please, please send them my way. I would be so honored to take part in that!” (see her work here — freakin’ amazing!).
Like my wife putting her (cold) toe on my foot while we read in bed together at the close of the day.
Like gently holding your elderly mother’s elbow as you pace yourself to match her Parkinson-ravaged shuffle to the dining table.
Like asking “how are you?” and sticking around long enough to listen…fully… to the answer.
Like the kitty paw (oh come on, you knew I had to go there) that skootches up to rest against my hand as I type this post.
“There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.”
May we each experience the profound power of that one tiny touch today.