Lift

I love to lift weights. I enjoy this class quite a bit. I think compered to my Tuesday weight class which is combined with aerobic exercise, I thoroughly enjoy this one much better. I talked to the instructor and she is this cute/tiny/athletic person...that has a 15 year old and is my age! Every time I see her, I wonder why it is that I am the way I am and she is the way she is. She has mentioned that she just cannot cook at all hmmmmm....I can. I often wonder, what happened to me in HS here in America. I mean, I was pretty popular in middle school in Mexico. I mean, even in my freshman year of HS. I think I always loved to be fit, I loved gymnastics, I loved fashion. I loved boys. I mean, isn't this the recipe to a perfect outcome? a Cheerleader type? Well, maybe the fact that I did not speak the language at first and I JUST did not bloom? So arriving in my sophmore year in HS could have been more wonderful I think--body wise. I often wonder, why I did not pursue being fit as a priority? I guess French and Italian languages and cooking class had more appeal. So fast forward 20 years plus...I am finally trying to do what should have been automatic and instantaneous. A great fit body. I guess at some level, I thought it is was superfluous, when younger to count calories and worry about such things...I guess I am finding that I need to start doing some of those things in order to look better. Gosh, I am going on a tangent. I guess not having a computer most of the time does take a toll in that you just want to talk and talk and talk. I guess to each it own. This girl is amazing, her knowledge about the body and all the disciplines that she teaches. I mean, she runs, marathons, she is a private pilate/yoga instructor, she is certified and I am assuming in weight training also. I guess when your materia prima is yourself, and you invest all this energy in yourself, the results are breathtaking.