So Much More than Fast Fitness

I had actually deleted this blog.

It didn't feel like *me*.

It felt like a commercial.


I was biting my tongue.


Being careful.


I have written successful blogs before.  They were edgey.  They pissed people off.   They made people think.  They made people react.  


I liked that.


So I decided to *undelete* this blog and just write.  Not worry about who my audience is......because the writing will draw the audience.....like moths to the flame.


Will this blog be a Curves Commercial?  Well, Curves is a HUGE part of my life, even though it is a part-time job.  I became a Personal Trainer because Wellness completely changed my life.  I wanted to help others do the same.  Curves just *happened* to me....Curves was a suprising fork in the road.....a turn that I have never regretted.  Curves is so much more than a Women's Fitness Facility.  It is a Circle of Learning, from the youngest member who is 12, to the oldest who is near 90.....and we all come together for 30 min., not only to work out muscles/bones/joints, but also our hearts and minds.   Whether it is loving and supporting a member whose husband suddenly passed away  or sympathizing with the Mom running herself ragged with carpool, we are all in it together.


*Sigh*....waxing poetic?  Naw, just coming off an amazing Saturday workout.  I was telling myself yesterday the whole time I was throwing on my workout clothes "I am not going today....I am having another cup of coffee.... I want to read.....I want to do anything BUT workout...."


I was still saying this as I hopped in my car....


Once I got on the circuit and the ladies start talking...sharing their trials and successes, I remember why I am there.  Not just for the workout. Feeling every bit the Quasi Moto, it is a sanctuary :-)


And so here we go.
Walking the Walk at Curves.
A commercial? Well, yeah.  Because we as women share information on the things we like and the things that work.  So I guess it will also be a commercial for egg whites, nightly walks and lunch with friends...laughing at things maybe we shouldn't and the disappearing pan of brownies.


Yeah, it happens.


So I am back, but it will be a different.  I may or may not change names to protect the innocent.  We'll see ;-)