It all started in Mr. Liperillo's gym class in elementary school. He was the picture of the quintessential gym teacher. Every day he wore tight windbreaker pants with a tucked in polo shirt neatly pressed. His accessories included his glasses from the 1980s ( this was back in the early to mid 90s), a black sports watch,a curly short hair cut from the 70s, a matching neatly trimmed mustache, and full beard. I hated his gym class. We always started out the weekly gym class by running laps around the gym which was also the cafeteria. It would then be followed by pylometrics and then a different game or sport every week. Some times it was basketball, volleyball, or indoor hockey. I hated gym class; yes I know I already said that. I hated it because I was uncoordinated, taller than most girls in my class, and insecure in my physical competitiveness. Plus I hated getting sweaty in the middle of the school day.
Flash forward 20 years later I am a gym go-er fitness enthusiast. I get cranky if I don't work out on a regular basis. Until this morning. My workout planned by my trainer Kyra, The Get in Shape Girl,reminded me of those early gym class days. I even had to workout in the basketball court this morning to have enough space to perform the exercises.
