WEST HILLS 7230 MEDICAL CENTER DRIVE, SUITE 401 WEST HILLS, CA 91307 WEST LOS ANGELES 10474 SANTA MONICA BLVD., SUITE 435 LOS ANGELES, CA 90025
WWW.M3PT.COM / LA · 310.275.4137 / WEST HILLS · 747.888.3562 / AUGUST 2019
M3 AND ME
Hello readers! Many of you may recognize me as our West Hills clinic’s wonderful office manager, though many more of you probably know me as “that strict PT assistant.” That’s fair. When it comes to making sure you have proper form while doing planks and wall squats, I don’t mess around. A few patients have even compared me to a drill sergeant. But just know, if I ever come off as tough during a workout, it’s because I want you to believe in yourself as much as I do. I learned from a young age just how much a person can accomplish when they give something their absolute best. When I was 10 or 11 years old, I began what I’ll loosely call my softball “career.” My parents always wanted my siblings and me to be active, so the moment it became clear soccer wasn’t for me, I was pushed up to the plate. My family has a long history of baseball and softball players, a fact I was all too aware of once practice started. Whatever “softball gene” my parents had definitely wasn’t passed down to me. On defense, I was in the way-way outfield, and I liked it that way — the last thing I wanted was to be where the action was. Of course, I still wanted the ball to come to me, but, every time it did, the pressure got to me and I froze up. Batting wasn’t that much better. Hitting the ball was so rare for me that every time I managed it, it was a big deal. Being on a small team, everyone was incredibly supportive. Even when I hit a pop fly, parents and coaches would jump up and cheer! I celebrated, too; just stepping up to the plate despite my fear was a big accomplishment for me. Bearing all that in mind, the fact we still made it to our league’s championship game says a lot about my teammates. We had some amazing players; some even went on to be star college athletes. The excitement surrounding the championships makes my memory of STEPPING UP TO THE PLATE WHAT SOFTBALL TAUGHT AMANDA TIGAR
our last game a little foggy, but, for some reason, I was playing second base.
It was the last game of my first season of playing, which made my winning move that much better! So, I found myself right in the middle of the action at the bottom of the final inning. Our team was winning, but not by much, and our opponents were on their last out. That’s when the batter hit a ground ball right at me.
Suddenly the fear was gone. I wasn’t thinking about all the what-ifs, and I didn’t care about how many people were watching. At that moment, it was just me and the ball. As
if I were just doing a drill, I scooped up the ball, pivoted, and threw to first. Even as cheers erupted, it took me a moment to wrap my head around what had just happened — I’d made the game-winning out. From that moment on, I really understood the value of stepping outside of my comfort zone and trying my best no matter what. My whole time playing softball I avoided the infield at all costs, and yet, that’s where I was really able to make a difference for my team. So, no matter how many times I get knocked down, I get back up there and have fun with it. As my parents used to say, “never lose your silly.” So, I may give a little tough love when it comes to helping you through your exercises but only when I know you can do it. As my parents taught me, sometimes other people need to root you on before you believe in yourself. But, if you can push through and have fun while doing it, you’ll be amazed at what you can accomplish.
Never lose your silly,
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