Then, the adrenaline rush. Clapping her hands, waving her armsâ€¦the baby pump, that magical feeling when the switch goes on and all is well in the world.
Thirty minutes later, we went to the park. I witnessed another miracle. Violet sprinted the equivalent of two football fields. Smiling, cheering, waving wildlyâ€¦poor arm form, questionable stride length but hereâ€™s the miracle part â€“ she never quit. Never made excuses. Never whined, never complained. Never mouthed off, no intolerable attitude. No sense of entitlement, not a hint of laziness. She finished her wind sprints happier than when she started them.
I have been blessed to have coached thousands of student-athletes, blessed to have taught thousands of wannabe cops, blessed to have seen some amazing performances but I have never seen anything like Violetâ€™s workout. Less than one year on planet Earth and already passionate above lifting and running. I thank God Almighty for the miracle of cell phone cameras so I can replay it over and over and over. Reps of pure joy.
I have devoted my entire adult life urging other peoplesâ€™ children to lift and run and play hard. I have pleaded with them to not waste their giftsâ€¦to unleash everything they have, to not bury their talents. And I have pleaded with them to love itâ€¦pleaded with them to embrace their blessings of great health and to love lifting and love running and love playing hard together. Some listened, some didnâ€™t.
Iâ€™m still dedicating my life to those things but now Iâ€™m adding one more â€“ Iâ€™m devoting every ounce of energy Iâ€™ve got to make sure that Violet never loses her passion for lifting hard and running hard, never stops smiling, laughing, and waving her arms wildly, never buries her gifts and talents, never falls under the influence of gloom, doom, and negativity, and most of allâ€¦never loses her soul of a lifter.
Keep lifting Violetâ€¦lift as many souls as you can, every minute, every day. Never stop lifting, Violet.