I’m sure a lot of people see my username or page name and think it just means “Work that A** “. They’re sort of right….well almost.
If you’ve read my “Why I Became A Coach” or my bio on my Beach Body Coach page, you’d know that I developed an eating disorder when I was 16 that could’ve taken my life. Thankfully, it didn’t. During the course of my eating disorders, I was a runner. I guess I became a runner in the hopes that I could run away from the problems I was facing and I could always control how many miles I clocked.
It was during my running days, that I injured myself. I still remember the exact spot where I felt the sharp pain radiate through my hip and had to slowly walk myself home (luckily, I was only a few blocks away). The pain subsided and stupid me, kept running on it even if I did feel pain. It soon got to a point where it hurt to even just walk and sit.
I eventually told my pediatrician at the time and she suggested I see a sports medicine doctor. He couldn’t find anything wrong on x-ray, but he did determine that I had a severely overworked hip flexor, so he sent me to physical therapy. Let’s just say that 7 weeks of physical therapy in the summer is not fun, especially when the building has glass windows everywhere. It was during those 7 weeks of therapy, that my therapist told me that I had what they liked to call “no butt syndrome.” To sum it up….I didn’t use my butt muscles. Not when I ran, walked, and barely not even at all. I compensated for not using my butt muscles by using my leg muscles.
Those 7 weeks of therapy resulted in a visit back to my sports medicine doctor and then it was 6 weeks on crutches and was not supposed to put weight on my left side. I started my senior year of high school on crutches and used the elevator until days before I graduated. ( I still have the elevator key lol). My therapist had suggested that I might have had a stress fracture, but nothing showed up in the x-rays nor MRI. When I went back to see the SM doctor, that wonderful man made a phone call to his friend who was a hip specialist and got me an appointment for the next day. He ordered another x-ray and didn’t find anything. Back to the drawing board.
The hip specialist finally ordered an MRI with contract…aka I cute little old man shoved a really long needle into my hip before I got to listen to music in the MRI machine. And guess what?! After many months of crutches, therapy, and tests, they finally found an itty bitty teenie weenie labral tear in my hip. It was such a relief to finally know what was wrong with me. About a month later on December 6th, 2012 I had an arthroscopy to repair the tear and they shaved off some of my bone since I also suffer from hip dysplasia. My doctor/surgeon told me that I should be back to school the following Monday (I had it on a Thursday), but I was out of school for a month and didn’t return until after Christmas break. Doesn’t help the healing process when you’re still in the midst of an eating disorder. In them fixing my tear they had to cut my tendon completely to get to it. Lifting my leg has not an easy task and to this day I still have some trouble keeping my leg straight while on my back.
I ended up going to therapy in the same building as my SM doctor and she was my absolute favorite. What did we work on? Using those butt muscles nearly every therapy session. Talk about soreness after you finally start working a muscle you hadn’t been using for a while. But in the process, I not only gained muscle in my butt and all over my body, I became stronger mentally as well. I did therapy for several months and ended up having to stop, I was at a place where it was okay to do so, but expenses were getting to be too much. After going through all that, I started weight lifting on my own. Let me just say that learning how to do everything on your own is harder than you think. Where was a coach when I needed it back then? Lol I became PROUD of the body I had created. I became PROUD OF MY BUTT. There, I said it. I am proud of my butt. I worked my butt off to go from “no butt syndrome” to a nice ole’ peach over the years. 😉
Another reason is that my name is Ashlie and I have so many nicknames such as Ash-wipe, Ash-tray, Ash-it, and my favorite for some to call me…Ash.
That’s why I chose Work That Ash as my fitness name. I worked my ASH to get to where I am and I couldn’t be prouder.