Betty White, crouching, feinted left and slid to the right. Jab. Jab. Cross — her gloved fists tapping out a rhythm all their own as she circled a heavy bag.
Fit and focused, White hits the gym in St. Paul with other members of Rock Steady Boxing for an hour, three mornings a week.
That White was here on a recent Thursday, sweating in a noncontact boxing class, would surprise no one who knew the athlete she once was. As a high schooler in Oklahoma, she earned all-state honors in basketball, part of a team that captured three straight state championships. She moved on to intramurals and club basketball, volleyball and track in college in the days before Title IX created women's varsity teams.
"I was always pretty athletic," said White, 70, remembering when she was outrunning classmates in middle school.
What was a surprise — a heartbreaking, life-altering gut-punch — was the news she received in 2014. That's when a neurologist gave a name to the fumbling with her seat belt, the sluggishness as she walked and the futile attempt to mix a salad in a bowl at Christmas: Parkinson's disease.
"When he said 'Parkinson's,' I started crying," she remembers. "He said, 'Why are you crying?' I wanted to slap his face."
Another neurologist, with a more empathetic bedside manner, later confirmed the diagnosis.
"I remember thinking, 'I've been so athletic all these years and now I can't do anything. My life is over,' " White said. "I stayed in that slump for a little bit."