What A Difference A Year Makes

I was first certified as a fitness instructor more than 22 years ago. During my working years and my pregnancy years, I took time away from the fitness industry and returned after my kiddos were old enough to go to child care while I taught my classes. There was also some life stuff going on in between. Through it all, I kept up my certifications even though it was inconvenient at times.

I’ve taught step, cardio, cardio pump, weight training, yoga, kick box, stretch and everything else in between.

I’ve taught tired, grumpy, menstrating, after too much wine (it was long ago), feverish and with a dislocated shoulder and knees. The only time I really didn’t teach is when I had tummy issues, for obvious reasons. Once again, just keeping it real.

I am not one of those who really “loves” to work out. And I have this huge problem with eating. Huge. Then there’s genes. Oh those nasty genes. Which is why I teach, when you have a class waiting on you, it’s hard to just skip it. Which is what I did a lot during those days when I didn’t teach. I had so many excuses not to go to the gym that it went beyond rationalization and verged on something else all together.

Please look at the photo above. It’s the wonderful Miss Kathleen last year about this time. I’m sure that she has similar issues with finding time to work out. But she shows up to class, not every week, but faithfully still. And she inhales and exhales a thousand times.

And this was Kathleen last week.

What a difference one year makes. Drop whatever you are doing and get into your forward fold.

Namaste

Posted on Gayle’s Monday Memories