I rarely write about fitness. This is unusual given that it’s such a huge part of my life. Five to six days a week for as far back as I can remember, I’ve been working out. I started jogging at age eleven when I became possessed by the urge to strap on my Sears velcro sneakers and dash around the block, which nearly killed me.
I was never fast — I remain pitifully slow, actually — but I am self-disciplined, have a lot of energy and am naturally hard wired for meaningless bouts of pain. I’ve since run a marathon, several half marathons and quarter marathons. I eventually transitioned into Ashtanga and Kundalini yoga which I practiced for eleven years before taking up mat Pilates. Then I moved to Lexington, Virginia, which at the time didn’t have the most electrifying fitness opportunities so I got my certification and started teaching at the university here in town, where I’ve taught twice a week since 2007. I eventually phased out of mat Pilates after I tired of its overemphasis on the core (mine was starting to resemble that of a lumberjack’s). Now I teach my own thing called Movement Fusion, a grab bag of — grating fitness word alert!– “methodologies” that have influenced me over the years: Pilates, aerobics, Kundalini and lately, Tracy Anderson moves. It’s pretty much the ADD of classes that also happens to be quite popular among the girls at the college.
The reason I rarely write about fitness is because as a general topic of discussion, I find it kinda sententious (writing this post is like pulling teeth), even though I spend many, many hours thinking about it: how to structure my classes, keeping moves fresh, reading exercise books, making playlists, planning my own workouts, investing in DVDs, struggling to maintain certifications.
I think some of my trepidation stems from my inherent bias toward “fitness people” as a whole. I’m afraid people will think I”m cheesy (busted!), not very bright (see: Brad Pitt in Burn After Reading)…
…and completely obsessed with my health (*cough, cough*).
And fitness professionals? Most harbor a faint maniacal gleam in their eye and stand too close to you when talking.
What is my point? My point is that I am afraid I have reached the point of no return in my fitness evolution. A couple of weeks ago I found myself here…
Game over, man, game over.
I’ll write more about this later after I’ve wrapped my head around it.