Monday, April 2, 2012
piCkeD LaSt iN gYm...
I remember the day I had fulfilled my P.E. requirements in 10th grade and I no longer had to go. I was overjoyed! And so began an adult life where I avoided anything athletic. I was conditioned to believe that because I wasn't good at it naturally, that it meant I never would be and I should accept it and not put any effort into it. I had never belonged to a gym in my life until I was 34 years old.
I joined a gym because I was overweight and miserable. Everyday was a struggle. I was out of breath and tired and my own reflection repulsed me. Although I always tried to look my best, I was often treated like I was invisible in stores. There was even a day that a salesman stopped waiting on me in the middle of me trying to purchase a car stereo to wait on a young, thin, pretty girl. It took me right back to gym class...to being picked last...only because they were forced to. I hung my head and walked out with my toddler on my big hip. No one even noticed I was gone. I sat in the parking lot in my mini van and cried uncontrollably.
It was there that I met the man that started out as my trainer and ended up one of my best friends. I was a reluctant participant in a free 1 hour session with him, but through the course of events, I became his regular client for a year. My life forever changed. I was still NOT naturally athletic. I was awkward and clumsy, and I had no sense of balance. I wasn't accustomed to doing things I wasn't good at. Those were the things I avoided in the year before. Wes didn't allow that. He pushed me...hard. He knocked me down when I got too big for my britches and he built me up when I was feeling low. When he moved away, I had to learn to do it on my own...and I did. By the time I became a personal trainer myself, I was no longer the girl no one wanted on their team. I was the girl leading the team...the one that everyone knew they could count on to go a little faster and fight a little harder.