I talk so much about yoga and now running, but I don’t give anywhere near the amount of written love as I should (and owe), to strength training. So today, I wanted to talk about my love for weights, plates, barbells, dumbbells, kettlebells, and everything in between. I owe strength training my life. May sound dramatic, but it’s not. I’ve spoken about it before when I started this blog, but I’ll talk about why it holds such a special place in my life (just look at my blog’s name!).
I was always that little girl who wanted to be older and do all the cool things. I would dream about things like playing hockey like my older brother, football, and of course lifting weights in the “big-bad” gym. I didn’t have time for trying many sports as a child. My life consisted of school and the world of competitive dance. Meaning, when I wasn’t at school, I was at dance…everyday. I can’t (and won’t for now), even begin to hash out my feelings and thoughts about those 13 years as a dancer. At times it was fulfilling and others that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Once I stopped in high school, I had nothing. I had no other “sport” to do and I was to “old” to try taking up something new. But my body craved fitness. Being active had been my way of life since before I could even say the word fitness. So what’s a girl to do? Finally follow that passion of wanting to do a “non-girly” grown-up sport. Thus, my mom signed me up at the local YMCA where I could try some group classes first and maybe even meander to the open gym.Read More