Sunday, September 16, 2018

Orange Theory Fitness Centen

The common thread that exists among us as sentient human beings exists in the living of our individual lives. Daily we all encounter multitudes of faces similarly existing within the common thread of living out their own lives. And, upon occasion, we come across someone whose existence has been wrought even though we personally do not see it. They cover the inside hurt with a facade of smiles and light conversations, but inside their brokenness remains in check, unknown to the world around them. 
Yet as they hurt, happenstance brings outside contact with another person whose mere presence brings a dose of invigoration and hope to the one suffering silently. This contact cultivates a healing process by which health in many forms grows exponentially. Soon, another contact follows suite, adding strength and encouragement and before long, a collective gathering has unknowingly taken place around the one, forming a protective barrier that creates a safe and hospitable environment in which the one may return to stable health.  
While reading this lengthy review, it is paramount to bear in mind component of immediate family cannot be overstated. Having them in my airspace breathed life back into me, but also did many others fill a much-needed gap in my existence. And so, this review is just that: the case of my Orange Theory Fitness- Centennial family. It may be lengthy, but I hope it proves worthy of your time, as my words come to me through much hidden pain and darkness. 
On May 4th, 2018 my plane touched down in Las Vegas, returning me to the arms of my wife and my daughter after and incredulous 10-month deployment to Iraq. While I dare not speak on my family’s behalf, knowing full well my deployment caused their own grief, I do speak for the slow deterioration of my own existence to the experiences I encountered while deployed. In short, I came home wanting only to surround myself with those that loved me, in order to regain my own sense of value as a member of the human species. Until recently, I did not know how bad of a place my mind lived when I returned home. My wife, my daughter, my grandson, and I gathered together and started the reunification process. But it was my wife, Debbie, that introduced me to the group of people at OTF-C that would play a vital role in my recovery. 
Deb signed me up for an unlimited plan, allowing me access to the studio anytime I could attend. We started a regular routine of 7 a.m. taking only a day off per week on average. My first encounter that I recall with detail came from the head of the physical fitness department (Lead Coach) came from Coach Keith as he initiated the torture (not really) with his normal “welcome, welcome, welcome!” quickly followed by his running up and down the aisle behind the treadmills motivated me to my first All Out. 
When the pure exhaustion quickly turned into rewarding endorphins and as the internal chemical solution temporarily released me from the burden of the deployment, I was immediately hooked on OTF. That first routine from Keith set the bar high. The strength, knowledge, and wisdom Keith possesses ensures success for each and every class he leads, inspiring those in attendance to push harder, longer, and farther. His willingness to remain after each class and work with individuals increases the passing of knowledge, enhancing client capability and drive to succeed. 
Of course, Keith must share the wealth of changing lives by adding coach Jus early on in the summer, Coach Eugene in the evenings, who not only demonstrated a keen eye for observation, but created an enthusiastic atmosphere by granting a reprieve from the run by calling out “BAAASE!” into the microphone! The newest addition, Brie, whose self-proclaimed short height is countered by her dynamic personality as she leaps on top the machines so we can all see her. Always pushing us to go harder, she encourages us brilliantly lighting up the board in red as we catch fire! 
Then there’s coach Amanda. The always happy, joyful, positive, and simply delightful coach Amanda. With a smile she brings light into even the darkest of orange rooms, whose restorative energy reduces stress by simply talking with her. She can be read like a book. Her joy and happiness come from deep inside and no façade or false impression of joy exists. It comes from her love of coaching, but even more so her love for the people whose lives she impacts for the better. She loves the people she coaches, plain and simple.  This amazing team of coaches, pushing all of us to be better than we were five minutes ago, revealed my own personal potential I thought I had lost overseas.
What can be said about the girls behind the front counter? Ever worked in retail? Or been on the receiving end of an upset patron whose heart rate monitor isn’t monitoring? Ever had to deal with a constant-flowing and open faucet of sweat and body fluids that can be potentially slewn from one end of the building to the other? How about conducting restroom and shower clean-up duties while still managing to maintain professionalism of wearing a smile, even at 4 a.m.? These examples serve as a sample of the daily lives of the front desk ladies of OTF-C. 
The under-appreciated group consists of girls and ladies from all walks of life, all while possessing a like-minded mission of making the experience for each patron the best possible at that moment. Always quick with a smile and an encouraging anecdote, I encountered immediate warmth and compassion from Taylor and Daija, two young women that provide non-stop energy and support, always ready to a workout with any patron. Aeo, who saw fit to honor ME with a member of the month (seriously? I mean, really….) for August and the team is unmatched. These ladies will make a name for themselves. But for now, we the patrons of OTF-C, maintain our greedy possession of their willingness to go above and beyond. 
I miss Dee, who disappeared from my radar, shame on me, shortly after joining. Dee and her husband, soon to be mentioned below were more family that I could count on when I didn’t know I needed them. And Sarah, former Air Force and was the one behind the counter that truly brought to light the extreme differences in my countenance since returning home. Her ability to identify with what I had been enduring proved her keen intuitiveness and open heart allowed me to see the changes personally. 
But these ladies all look up to the strength of the one in shoes charge and care they reside. Dealing with what they do, their leader remains the bedrock of strength that sees them through some pretty sticky situations. (Yes…I said sticky.) This position of lead staff at the front desk cannot be filled by just anyone with the expectation of success. In order for true success to happen, this person must embody the values of strong and dynamic leadership with a servant’s heart. 
I know I met Alyssa first day, but her presence became overshadowed, and rightly so, by the workout. I say rightly so as with any initial membership, the primary focus should be on the OTF concept, followed quickly by the people behind it. Alyssa quickly followed behind the concept, and her leadership skills daily on display showed her to be a natural-born leader. Remaining calm in all conditions, her heart of giving back to the community plays well right into her support for her staff. But here’s what sets her apart from most “front desk leads” that I’ve encountered: while she maintains the strength, knowledge, and wisdom to stand her ground or execute the enforcement of standards, she never sways from what drives her to do what she does: she loves people. Flat-out, un-abrasive, and unconditional love for people. And it has been an honor to be accepted by her during a low point in my life, receiving back a great deal of dignity.
I would be amiss if I failed to mention those that became my little “clique,” if you will. While the vast number of people I personally encountered during any given workout on any given day with any given hour proved to be invaluable to me, our daily ritual of the 7am class opened the door for several deeper bonds to form. Most of these ladies rallied around my wife prior to my return, and I love them for it. Deon. Jen. Janie. Carolyn. I cannot tell you the value you possess in my eyes, knowing the difference you made by simply being in the presence of my wife while SHE endured what I put her through. She doesn’t show it, but yes…she did endure a lot and you all gave her more than you may be aware. I’m going to need you again real soon.
As much as I appreciate these ladies, and I do, I found many others regularly simply breathing value back into my life. Tyler, Bill, Smiley, Eli, A.J., and more often than not, simply anyone stepping on the treadmill next to me whose presence and demand for more effort pushed me to strain maximum effort during each workout….all gave by simply being the human next to me and simply helped me want to be better than I was an hour ago. But….two people stand out loudly in my brain. For nearly three months I daily found myself bookended by these two, and with each passing fist-bump or high-five, a silent and unspoken rebuilding took place in my life. No words were really exchanged aside from the “good job” or “let’s go.” Little did either of them know that with each passing mile, each elevation or pace change on each run, we watched each other with encouraging eyes, building each other up, pushing each other to be better. I found myself being pushed to be better healed with each passing day. Just simply existing, lifting more weight, rowing faster, running farther, with hardly a word spoken. Karli and Nick, you may not know the depths of effect you had on me, but you did. I hardly know either of you, but that’s what makes the connection meaningful: none of us had anything personal to gain except for the savage improvements we wanted for ourselves and for each other. You two merely went about your daily lives, showed up for a workout, and changed a life. 
So, yeah…this Orang Theory Fitness Centennial place you’ve been hearing about? It’s a building with black floors and orange lights, lough music and intense workouts. It has machines that want you to die. Showers to refresh you after you feel like you died. All manner of things that can be replaced or substituted. But what makes it priceless are the people inside. They are without a doubt…..irreplaceable. 
Todd W. Hine

MAJ, U.S. Army

Monday, January 22, 2018

Stretched, but Not Broken


 
When I was a kid I recall a toy by the name of Stretch Armstrong. If I’m not mistaken, it was a predecessor to all the other stretch action figures that arrived on market shortly after for guys like Hulk Hogan of wrestling fame. Stretch Armstrong was an actions figure made of rubber. You could grab him by his arms or legs and pull and he would stretch as far as little boy arms could reach, and yet he wouldn’t break. His head, made of hard plastic, remained in place and would not move. And he has become the physical manifestation of my life over the last two months.
Having deployed before, I knew full-well going into the holiday season things would be difficult in this place, being so far from home and missing so many pivotal events going on back home. Missing birthdays, missing Thanksgiving, missing Christmas, missing New Year. Missing spending my birthday with family. Those were all on the radar, I thought I was prepared for them, and entered the timeframe of Thanksgiving through the week after my birthday thinking falsely I was ready.
What I could not prepare myself for was the challenges I have encountered as a leader, and at this particular point in my writing, I want to ensure you do not receive a sense of sorrow, regret, self-pity, or anything that would take away from the growth I have gleaned from the experiences over the last two months, possibly even going back to August. For what has taken place here in my life finds its origins dating back to our first days on ground. I’ll save those stories for the campfire back home.
Here I sit with the end of January fast approaching and my last three months of this deployment sneaking up around the corner, and I daydream of a boy’s childhood toy, Stretch Armstrong. Let the story begin.
This unit has at the helm a commander. He is high in rank, one step away from a one-star. Next in line is a guy one rank below him as the deputy, and remains one the most balanced leaders I have met in my career. Below and/or next to the deputy are three gold-leaf field grade leaders that were informed back in July that they would be running the company. I happen to be one of those field grade, gold-leaf, middle management, go-between, conduit, decision maker and approval seeker leaders.
One of the fellows works in an ops capacity. He takes care of the unit on a day-by-day basis. Good guy too. But he has no responsibility outside the unit itself. The other two, of which I am one, have great influence outside the unit. Whereas my responsibilities directly influence Iraqi Senior Officers, his reaches to higher levels of coalition forces departments. Together, we could have made an incredible difference immeasurable. Could have.
This counterpart of mine gabbed ahold of one of my arms and began pulling back in August, much to my disappointment, and has yet to let go. He has allowed me on several occasions to think he was going to let go, but not only did he not let go, he tried to tie my arm into a knot. This one in particular has been the biggest disappointment of the deployment. Bitterness set in rather quickly, early on, but this has become one the success stories for me personally.
When I finally acknowledged the truth of what was actually going on between us, I at first denied it, hid from it, and attempted to run from it. That tactic didn’t work. What did work was coming to the realization that each confrontation required a standing against, but with a heart of forgiveness as well. Since November I have been practicing the fine art of confronting, challenging, yet with a heart of not holding onto a grudge in the process. It worked. I pulled my arm back to its normal state.
As for the other three appendages? This is pretty cool how it worked out, for I happen to have three guys working directly for me, each of whom have taken up on of the other extensions and without malice and whether knowing it or not have attempted to pull apart my body and mind and heart. Without addressing each in their own respective rights, I will say each has been on the receiving end my corrective actions, and while they have all kept me up at night, it is my own gain that I get from them I appreciate the most. I have had to confront within me some fears I didn’t want to admit through their personalities as subordinates to my position.
Going full circle to my beginning, the last two months put me in a serious rut. I’ve already explained the nature of a deployment during the holiday season. The compensating factor for most deployments generally and commonly can be found within the ranks and peers of the unit within which one serves. This year, this deployment, I found none that provided the depth and breadth of brotherhood for which I yearned daily. The absence and void could not be replaced. Things became so low for me I lost all desire to RUN.
But coming through the struggle now as the end of the month draws near, I have in my mind Psalm 103:2-5 Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases, Who redeems your life from destruction, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies, Who satisfies your mouth with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
My level of communication on social media dwindled to only the rare exception, such as New Year's eve etc. I have been in regular contact with Debbie over facetime, and while she sees much of the goings on, I keep things soft so she can have solid input and discussion with me to keep my head level. It's been equally hard for her as well, but thank you to Tony and his family and Sara and Matt for constantly checking on her and my daughter to make sure they are doing okay. While things are hard here, when things go bad back home its a literal tragedy for me here. Its a relief to know you have my back during this time.

I've enjoyed the times with my daughter and grandson, but the big heartache came on Christmas when I had technical difficulties watching them open presents. That one hurt, until we got facetime running on daughter's phone. Videos fell away. Pictures fell away. The blog fell away. My routine became going to work and coming home to go to bed. I think a follow-on writing should address takers vs givers. Until then, I have some studying to do. Thank you for listening. I'm ready to come home.