The first time I set foot inside the gym at the tender age of 16, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do but I knew I wanted to try everything. I was like a kid in a very heavy, white equipment candy store. The machines were all so new looking and big. Where do I start and what do I do with these things? Am I supposed to breathe in, breathe out, walk, run, jump or pull? And how do I get those legs; the strong legs that look like they belong on a 14 year old gymnast? That first day I wasn’t sure of what to do so I think I just went on a treadmill and walked. That walk was the first walk of many more walks, jumps, runs, pulls, pushes and as it turns out pants, deep breaths and authoritative grunts.
As life went on so did my pursuit of the perfect leg. Everywhere I turned there it was - big legs, small legs, slender legs, thick legs. I was obsessed! I wanted those legs. Then I met the man I would marry and guess what? He had my dream legs; yes my man had the legs I wanted. I had even asked him if he would consider leg swap surgery – he didn’t go for it by the way, hmmm so much for “if you want to be happy, make you wife happy”! But none the less I had to come into my own reality, if I wanted the legs of my dreams, I would have to work for them – HARD! I would have to squat, lunge, curl and run toward those dream legs. Along the way of our happy union, my perfect legged hubby decided to impregnate me which dashed my hopes of having those perfectly toned, wonderfully sculpted legs – just then! But after each child, each pregnancy (during which, I decided to eat as if all the grocery stores were going to close down, so I had to make sure I was well internally insulated) I did exactly what my heart and body knew it needed to do; I ran, I curled, I lunged and I squatted to not so perfect but ever so strong legs. Yes, I did still exercise throughout my pregnancies, which probably made the recovery that much easier, but I knew if I wanted to chase after those strong, sculpted legs, I would have to work hard for it.
I may still not have those perfectly chiselled legs. But I am chasing them, and I am working for them and I will not let something like age or pregnancies or my mind stop me from getting those legs. Even if I never get the legs of the 16 year old that is hiding in my brain, I know I will have worked hard to get the ones I have and the ones I have will be strong enough to withhold everything I will be chasing along the way.
Live from the Inside Out,