First off, I was never an athlete in my youth. I always thought I was fat. I had self image issues for sure. I was a brain and brainy people were not fit or athletic, right? Wrong. I first started lifting in my twenties. I found my body responded well. I liked that it was a sport I could do on my own. Put in the work and reap the rewards. Fast track to my Forties, three kids later and 40 pounds overweight. I hated how I looked and felt. Life had sidelined me and I had forgot about taking care of myself. I started tracking my diet and changed what I ate. I started walking. I got up to 3 15 min walks a day. Then, added weight lifting. I went from 168 pounds to 119, from a size 12 to a size 3. Can't stop now!

Now at age 50, I am finding training to be hard. The 40s were easy. I would never have believed this just two years ago but for the last two years I have dealt with injury after injury. This year I moved to a new state, started a new job and dealt with a new gym. Now when I wake up I have pain and by the night I am in pain. Some days I can't train as the pain is too bad. It takes time for my body to warm up. Why do I love working out because once you start you can't stop. I don't know if I will be able to compete again but I will continue to train.. Lifting lifts my spirits.