I love what I do. I love helping people to enjoy a new level of fitness. I really enjoy meeting new people and helping them find a fitness they can live with, a fitness that adds to the depth of joy they find in their lives. Ideally I would like to enable people to coming closer to the thought free movement they enjoyed as children, with out self consciousness, or fear of getting hurt or being too tired. I encourage them to think of exercise as play, and to sneak up on their goals, and together we have a lot of purposeful fun.
In the course of interacting with other people at my work it was mentioned by one of the younger trainers who i really admire as a thoughtful studious and progressive young man, that I might think about entering a power lifting meet which has a bench only event along with the other events.
I demurred, both vocally and in my head. The conversation ran something like this; i don’t know, i’m pretty old, i don’t know, I don’t think i’m that strong, I don’t know, I didn’t meet my last goal… I ended up saying I’ll think about it, with out having any real intention of doing so. Yeah I know, dishonest. A few days later I was waiting for someone when his wife, a cute little thing and an IMPRESSIVE power lifter came and asked me if I was going to try it. I shuffled through my evasive lines once again, but this time when I said i’d think about it, I was a little more sincere.
And I sent him a message, and he sent me some information, and low and behold I am registered for my first meet. I have a goal, I have a reasonable plan of how to get there, and I am excited! All I have left to do is order a singlet, train sensibly, eat right, and show up.
Hopefully when other people see me there, they will wonder if they couldn’t do it and do it better than I do. Hopefully I will, by showing up, crush some fears and misconceptions women, and I would venture to say particularly women my age, still have about weight training in general and lifting heavy specifically.