2018 SEPTEMBER SPOTLIGHT WINNER RANI PERSON
(First before pic taken not long after her start date at D3. 2nd pic taken May 2018, 3rd pic taken last week)
This is the end of her story. Go to our FB page D3 Boot Camp to read her entire story:
And now, I am grateful for my new gold filling of D3! D3 has the answer to all my failed attempts to conquer one of my greatest battles, my body. Before I joined, I was failing yet again at being consistent at a yet another big box gym. I had my significant others support and push right next to me on the treadmill and weights, but I just felt so disconnected from my mental desire to change. I needed that something that would draw me to it and hold me accountable when I didn’t show up. Truthfully, I needed the guilt trip. I knew my stubbornness would get the best of me. By D3 being just a few blocks away from work, I knew that after I joined I’d at least feel guilty enough to go because I would pass it every day heading home. It worked to get me in the door, but my new self-created blockage was the legendary D3 steps.
When my mother passed away, it wasn’t just the asthma that took her final breath. It was her plus size body gasping for air as she went up a flight of steps to find her medicine to only make it to the top and no longer be able to go any further.
As I went up the stairs when in my earlier months at D3 last year, I hated every moment of it. I was an overweight woman who, like many people, did everything to avoid that exertion of energy, but I was intrigued by what was happening at the top of those stairs. And every time I went to class what I accomplished at the top of those stairs amazed me! I began to feel like I was training and disciplining myself for a purpose, a battle of sorts and D3 was my arena to find new tools, sharpen others, and become a warrior. But, stubborn me, I kept burdening myself with the disdain for those stairs. (I am so tickled by this now!) Then one day, when I absolutely was not feeling it, I was dragging myself to the gym on a gloomy night, with a gloomy spirit, after an 8 hour work day. I hit the first landing of the stairs and right when I began to complain, I closed my...