Golden days

There was a man at the gym who could have easily been a commanding officer.  He just had that stance, the build, the facial expressions.... It was definitely a motivation to weight train a little harder.  Just in case he actually IS a commander I will have to encounter sometime in the future.  Knowing my luck, he would be.

Ugh.  I was drill-sergeanting myself in the head the whole time I was at the gym today.  No, I am NOT allowed to leave in just half an hour, wuss.  Do you WANT to be overpowered, shot at, sliced open, and all sorts of other unpleasantries??  No!  So get back to those weights and lift!  Lift!  Lift!

I hate running.  I've never been a runner.  Not in playground tag, not in kickball, not when the bullies wanted to beat the crap out of me just because I didn't cry like a little girl.  Nope.  It was hide or fight, and when it's an open field without a stick to hide behind, the options were narrowed to "fight".  I helped start the game "Boys Chase Girls, Girls Chase Boys" when I finally had enough of dodging the persistent boys who had nothing better to do than make us girls scatter.  To this day I have no clue what came over me.  I just turned around and stared down the one guy I hated most and watched his face turn from wicked fun to unbelieving fear at the little girl in the skirt now bearing down on him.  The other girls liked that idea and soon the annoying boys were scrambling over each other for higher ground on the jungle gym.  Haha.  We girls were even better in that arena, especially since it did not require running.

I was 7 then.  I'm 22 now.  Got a lot more height and bone density to deal with these days....