For me, sport has always been a separate line. Our relationship was complicated, sometimes even leading to scandals.
As a rule, I was fired up with the idea of going to the gym and doing it regularly, but after the first session my enthusiasm disappeared without a trace. I immediately found a bunch of excuses and justifications why today/tomorrow/this week I can’t devote at least some time to sports.
It was like that throughout my whole life, until He appeared. As soon as our paths crossed, I realized: this is exactly what I was looking for all my life, for his sake I… Yes, for his sake I won’t even look for excuses anymore.
How did we meet? Once again, my inquisitive mind came up with the idea of taking up sports. In addition to the aesthetic side of the issue, I began to be very bothered by my nerves, which, as it turned out, can also be treated on treadmills.
Quite by chance I read about stretching. A type of training aimed at improving muscle elasticity, flexibility, and coordination of movement. Since until then I resembled more of an “elephant in a china shop” than a graceful doe, my eyes lit up with enthusiasm again, and my legs themselves carried me to the gym.
From the very first moments we spent together, I knew I was in trouble. I no longer looked at the clock, waiting for the class time to end. Now I wanted it to last forever.
Of course, it wasn't without tears, problems and loud phrases “I'm leaving!” After all, my muscles, completely unaccustomed to the load, were exhausted from the tension. But every time, as soon as I imagined that He would not be in my life, I gathered my strength into a fist and went to “conquer” my peaks.
I honestly admit that at first I looked more like a log that hadn't hardened. I was ashamed to see my reflection in the mirror, a completely rigid body, while other girls were almost doing the splits.
But I couldn't and didn't want to share Him with others, and so I stubbornly strove to become ideal for Him. Of course, regular training made itself felt after a month. When I was able to “lie on my feet” for the first time, my happiness knew no bounds! The image in the mirror already began to vaguely resemble Alina Kabaeva, and my self-esteem was soaring under the ceiling.
I stretched my arms, legs and back with such pleasure that I sometimes began to think that a talented gymnast had died inside me. That if any of the jury members at the Olympic Games saw me now, they would immediately run to award me a gold medal and first place!
I am especially grateful to my trainer, who charged me with her enthusiasm so much that even I, an inveterate truant of physical education classes, wanted to devote my whole life to sports… well, or at least a couple of hours a week.
Needless to say, during the classes my gait changed, I became more graceful, my body rejoiced at the benefits it received and thanked me in every way.
I continue my training to this day. Although not as often as at first, which is not surprising, because even the strongest enthusiasm my body has the ability to cool down, but nevertheless, I keep in shape.
I gave not only my “wooden” muscles (receiving, by the way, very elastic ones in return) and time to stretching, but also my heart, along with my soul.
And our love, I want to note, turned out to be mutual.
