When I was ten I started taking dance lessons to improve my coordination, okay, to make me less of a klutz. I had some success not tripping over things after but what I truly learned was the wonderful feeling of being strong. I first encountered weight lifting in high school and began a life-long love of exercise.
After taking a detour into electronic engineering and time off for motherhood, I returned to the gym and discovered a renewed love of strength training. While living overseas I discovered I loved teaching others about strength and their health. Watching a client regain the ability to ski, hike or even get on the floor and play with their children has provided me a deep level of satisfaction. My high five moments come when clients tell me they cleaned their garage all day and didn’t tire out, were able to return to the black diamond runs on the slopes or have cut their insulin usage in half.
Fitness isn’t a destination it is a journey. Journeys are better when you have a map and guide.