|I started high school in the of Fall of 1985. The only event I remember from that Fall is attending my only Homecoming dance. I was never asked again..... I wore a dress, full of lace. A Senior wore the same dress. I looked better in it. I would not lie about something like that. She wore a jherri curl after all.|
I followed the program. I had an slim athletic build. I had pretty good endurance. I was a part of a team.
I made a new friends.
I see them in town now. Very few of us have our HS track physiques. My BF in high school was a sprinter. I can only imagine that he only has the time to sprint to and from his law office to the courthouse. The belly must get in his way. snicker
My mother had introduced us to fitness very early. She had the Jane Fonda videos and the Jayne Kennedy fitness albums. She belonged to a group of women who would dancersize in each other's basements.We tagged along.
father came out of the stands to walk his injured son over the finish line? I still get choked up thinking about it.
I can not imagine Mom trying to save me from a coked up aerobics instructors.
I tried to challenge myself to come in second to last. The younger runners laughed at me. I didn't care. Really, I sought to have elegant legs.
Being in track did not improve my PE grades because I hated running the mile. But it did give me something constructive to do after school. I stayed on the team until my Junior year. I spent my Senior year working a part time job and preparing for college.
In college I maintained a thin profile because I refused to reconcile campus cuisine with my mothers cooking.
After college,I finally began to gain weight.
For years, I kept a membership at the local YMCA. Now, I belong to the recreational center at my job.
I came to realize a few weeks ago that my current exercise plan is the same plan that I have been following since 1998. With hypothyroidism, narcolepsy and a genetic predisposition for diabetes, I decided I needed a challenge.
|My friends have lost tons of pounds by joining the local extreme fitness gym.
I, on the other hand, do not want anyone yelling at me.I do not want to run with pounds on my back. I do not want to be one of a group anymore.
I want to learn exercises that will push me which I can do on my own with the equipment I have. I wanted a program that I can do at the gym by myself or at the park. More importantly, I wanted a Personal Trainer who looked like Wil Smith.
|I elected to participate in the personal trainer program offered at the campus rec center. In some ways it is like being back on the track team. Everyday there is a different workout. Everyday, I curse. I wonder if the trainer is out of his mind.I wonder if he is this dedicated to his coursework. I imagine him getting his degree and doing this as a extra job.|
I just do not understand why a perfect stranger would look at me and think that I was capable of bicep curls with 20 lb,
Last week, he forced me to complete three sets of 25 inclined push-ups after power-walk intervals. One day after a particularly grueling session, being a little lightheaded, I looked at my PT and said something I have come to regret.
"Promise me that you will not become a gigolo."
I watch too much cable.