Remembering Jan

I thought long and hard about when I would write something for Jan. As most of you know, I trained Jan for a few years and I would brag about her constantly. Jan could hold a plank for 5 minutes, a wall squat for 3, she could lunge, she could chest press, and she could do push ups at 80. Jan and I would often workout while listening to Jazz and sometimes I would bring her a coffee just so we could feel a little more energized at 1pm. We would discuss all things Henry the 8th, Downton Abbey and Breaking Bad. Even though she wasn’t too fond of Christmas, we would always have our Christmas session where we would blast the “Charlie Brown Christmas” album, sip Starbucks, and talk about our holiday plans. We always celebrated her birthday with a big vanilla cupcake with sprinkles.

When I met Jan, Emma was still in my belly and she had been with me all the way until I was due with Max. At our last session, she got a little misty eyed saying that she felt it was the last time we’d see each other. I remember looking at her like she was crazy and reminding her that I would be back in 4 very short weeks. Well things happen, as life tends to show us, and one thing after another happened and Jan ended up too sick to come in. Week after week we would check in with each other with kind words and cute pictures of Emma and Max.

A few weeks ago when I got the call that Jan had passed away, I almost didn’t believe it. I don’t understand. She was so beautiful, so full of life, and I would always tell her how jealous of her glowing skin I was. She was funny. She was smart. She was kind.

Her and I told one another just about every dirty little secret we had. Over the years, she was more than a client to me but a friend. I so often looked forward to seeing her just to tell her funny stories and about a new book I knew she just HAD to read. My Tuesdays and Fridays seem a little more dim now that she’s not there. In fact, I keep forgetting. When I remember she’s gone, it’s like a kick to the stomach all over again. I hope she knew just how much I enjoyed being her friend, how I miss her, and how I wish I could see her just once more.

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