Jenn’s a mom of three boys. She’s been training with us for almost a year now, same 9:30 session, three times a week.
Back in May we asked what was coming up that might get in the way.
No big changes!
Then June showed up. Camps. Concerts. A run of trips that put her whole week in a blender.
Her 9:30 stopped working.
In June, every session she booked was at 9:30. By July, more than half of them weren’t. She was in at 7:30 some mornings. At 12:30 some afternoons. She came in on a Saturday.
Some weeks she’d train three days back to back, because that was the only shape the week would take, then disappear for six.
July was the strongest month of lifting she’s had since she started.
In one week she set personal records on her back squat, her bench press, and her deadlift.
On that same check-in back in May, she’d told us she thought she could push more weight.
She was right. She just didn’t get to do it on a tidy schedule.
Nothing about her summer was organized. What was organized was everything around her.
Her program was already written for the day she walked in, whatever day that turned out to be. Her coach knew her history, knew her hip issues, and changed the session on the days she came in wrecked.
And on the mornings when something landed on her last minute and 9:30 was gone, she got a call from us, and we found her another time that week.
One thing did slip. She used to stay after most sessions for the sauna. This summer that mostly stopped. She was in, she trained, she left.
That’s what a hard season looks like when there’s a system underneath it. The edges get trimmed. The middle holds.
A lot of people lose the whole habit in a summer like that. The schedule breaks, and there’s nothing under it holding anything else in place, so the training goes with it.
Jenn’s schedule broke too. The training stayed, because it was never resting on the schedule to begin with.
School starts again in the next week or two. She isn’t restarting anything.
She’s just getting her 9:30 back.
