I own and operate a gymnastic studio where I train kids between the ages of two and eighteen. I not only instruct but provide hands-on spotting. It’s necessary to physically guide the students as they learn and accomplish new skills. My support gives them confidence, ensures proper positioning and prevents injury. At five-feet two-inches tall, I am not a very big person. The kids are often taller and heavier than I am. In order to be good at my job and avoid injury, I keep myself in very good physical condition. I workout for at least an hour every single day. I target flexibility, balance, range of motion, strength and endurance. Although I am sometimes sore at the end of a day at the gym working with the kids, I rarely get hurt. A little over a year ago, I was spotting a class of teenage girls as they practiced their roundoff back-handsprings. It wasn’t difficult for me. However, one of the girls veered slightly as she performed the skill, forcing me to extend myself to reach her. I felt a slight twinge in my leg at the time, but didn’t worry about it. When I got home a few hours later, my right leg really started to hurt. The pain travelled straight up from my knee and wrapped around my hip. It was agony to even attempt to sit down. I went to see my chiropractor the next morning, and he informed me that I’d torn my psoas muscle. I’ve never felt such intense pain in my life. I couldn’t drive, go up and down stairs and sleeping at night was just about impossible. I kept ice on the muscle, took Alleve and wasn’t able to resume spotting my students for several months.