putting the quest in questionable since '85
Nicole Uno she/her
introvert | kinda weird | Hafu-yonsei
in a love-hate relationship with humanity
Born and raised in Seattle. For over one hundred years, both sides of my family have called this place home. While I love the finer things that the city provides, I love it most for its beautiful setting and proximity to some of the best natural environments around. I much prefer life outside.
I dabbled in many activities throughout childhood and played a few sports (soccer, tennis, golf). Traditional structures of organization have never really suited me. I did not enjoy taking classes or going to camps. I mostly preferred to teach myself things. Though the process is more difficult, filled with more mistakes, and undoubtedly much slower, I have always gained a greater understanding because of the meaningful application, to me.
Though my high school soccer experience was less than inspiring, I somehow managed to walk on (unknowingly) to a highly competitive D-II collegiate program my freshman year, (which was a fantastic experience, despite the climate of Miami, FL). Senior year I made the difficult decision to 'retire' and not continue playing, which meant exploring a life not structured around soccer for the first time. This gave me the opportunity to seek fitness (and life) on my own terms, and I never looked back. I graduated with a BS in Exercise Science and the intention of transitioning into Physical Therapy but found that personal training could best serve the missing crossroads between health, medicine, and fitness.
This was right after I scored my first collegiate goal.
It was not the result of time spent in the gym strength training, but it sure was the result of a lot of time spent practicing. I hadn't stepped foot into a gym until college. The sports teams utilized a conventional strength and conditioning program and the only thing I remember about it was my first bench press experience- I couldn't bench the bar. Good times.
At this time of my life, I didn't really understand the point of warming up, strength training, or anything other than just practicing skills and strategies for soccer. Fitness at this time meant being able to run enough and fast enough to beat opponents. The strength and conditioning we did had no visible application toward what I valued. But, it did make me realize how much weaker I was than everyone else and set me off on a lifetime journey of figuring out what strength means.
I have been refining my understanding ever since. The warm-up has become my everything and strength training has a purpose, enhancing my enjoyment of life and all the activities I participate in. I deeply love movement and learning all that it has to offer, but it is not because I should or that I'm supposed to for this reason or that. I am just grateful to the body that allows me the life I want and I take care of it in hopes that it will continue to provide me those allowances (which are not bound by the physical. I love doing nothing as much as I love doing something). I do not identify as a movement person, an athlete, a fitness freak, or anything of the sort. Movement is not an identity, rather it is an expression of care and responsibility.