In 2007, I thought I was doing a pretty good job taking care of myself. I had been athletic most of my life. I ran. I lifted weights. I was strong. I was active.
And my body was falling apart.
I had seven different surgeries being recommended and had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. Apparently being able to put a surprising amount of weight on a leg press wasn’t the comprehensive health plan I thought it was.
Maybe you’ve had your own version of that moment.
Maybe something hurts that didn’t used to hurt. Maybe you’ve stopped doing something you love because you’re not sure your body can handle it anymore. Maybe somebody handed you a diagnosis or told you, in one way or another, that this is simply what happens when you get older.
I don’t think that’s always the end of the story.
Peggy and I certainly didn’t know what our story was going to look like back then. So we started looking.
We studied, trained, experimented, found teachers, followed some strange side roads and tried a lot of th…