I had a really nice conversation with a friend at the gym this afternoon. I say it was really nice, because he was showering me with compliments. Really. That isn’t meant to sound as conceited as it does. He was telling me how much he enjoyed my last post, and if you haven’t read it yet, you can here. Anyway, he made the comment that I was a good writer, which is a stretch in my opinion- but who doesn’t like compliments?

It got me thinking about this platform we have that we really don’t take advantage of. Mostly, because we (Mitch and I) figure ya’ll get so tired of hearing us talk everyday! *Pick that up, bring your feet in, slower, lower, GOOD JOB!* you know…the stuff you hear us preach on a daily basis. Well, here I am. It’s 10:02 pm and for some reason I am inclined to write to you all. I will try to keep it brief and eloquent, and all of the other things a good writer keeps.

My friend, let’s call him Tim, said I was a good writer… it got me thinking- I was an English major my first year of college. HOW did I forget that? I have always loved to write. Because writing is basically the same thing as talking, and I have always loved to talk. I got a text from a MidState Kids mom last week. It said, “my daughter just said she thinks Bonnie will talk a lot like Coach Cami does”. Gosh, I hope she is right. I have never been afraid to talk to people, and I hope Bonnie has that same fearlessness. *I will come back to this*.
Yes, I really did major in English my first year of college. I wanted to be a journalist- I wanted to be paid to talk to people and get to know them. (go figure) I have always known my passion was for people, and I’m smiling as I type this, because IF you’re reading this (OMG, I think I’m getting teary eyed) if you’re reading, you have most likely made a bigger impact on my life than you could ever imagine. *wipes tear* I went from an English major at our local Junior College to a fully certified and part time Firefighter for Merced County. I knew I liked what I was doing, and I knew I could be good at it, but I knew I hadn’t quite found my niche. Mostly, because- though honorable- that wasn’t the human interaction I have always had a passion for.
Fortunately, I met an exceptionally handsome, also genuinely kind, STRONG, ambitious man who wanted to open his own CrossFit gym. I thought he was *crazy* but like any good country song, he swept me off my feet and here we all are. I feel so incredibly blessed to be able to share my life with you all. I get to raise my daughter around the most inspiring and hard working community I have ever been apart of. I don’t have any doubt that Bonnie will be talking your ear off soon. Thank you for being kind to her. Thank you for loving her. Thank you for showing her what hard work and dedication and discipline looks like. Thank you for being a community that I feel so blessed to be a part of. Thank you for being the men and women whom I want my daughter to be like. You may come to the gym to get something out of it- a new PR, some sweat, a guilt free dinner (to name a few) BUT- what you bring is so much more than you could ever imagine for our little family. Also, thanks for reading this without judging my many grammatical errors. 😉

In honor of MLK jr Day here is one of my favorite quotes, “If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward”.