I've been where you are.
Broken.
Dek hockey, full speed, and a slide tackle from behind. My left ankle snapped in three places.
Starting from zero.
Three surgeries, 13 screws and 2 plates. I went from 180 pounds to 140. I told the hospital I had five steps at home. I had fifty.
Rebuilding.
The same way I coach. Wake up what went quiet, then load it, week after week, until I trusted that ankle again.
Back in the kitchen.
I got back into cooking, for JT Miller and his family.
Climbing.
Two years after the break, I was climbing again, on that same ankle.
Showing up.
I started a free Sunday class in Pittsburgh. Over 125 weeks later, I haven't missed one.
Balance.
Up on the red rock in Sedona, standing on one leg. The left one, the one that broke in three places.
Now it's your turn.
This year I taught at the Sedona Yoga Festival and on stage in Denver. I know the fear, the slow start and the day it finally clicks, because I lived all three. I'll take you through them, one week at a time.
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