Personal Narrative On The Gym

We stopped at the closest Snap Fitness, hoping that no one would be there, but we had no such luck. We walked in barefoot, none of us daring to put our heels back on from the night before, walking through the people working to the back of the gym, hoping, once more, for showers. Instead we found a single sink. Making do we washed the makeup off of our faces as best we could, and repeated our barefoot walk through the gym. Getting back into the car, food became the next priority. There was a McDonald’s across the street and we pooled our money to get each of us breakfast sandwiches and parked in the Walmart parking lot and ate. We began cleaning up the car, clothes and shoes and jewelry and blankets back in bags. Then, once more, we sat. It

Our hearts pounding and stomachs filled with excitement and nerves as we step into Georgian Court University’s gym. The day has finally come The Shore Conference Championship for girl’s volleyball! The gym is huge nothing like we are used to, you could practically see yourself in the hardwood floors. We are the first team to arrive so we get a feel for the gym before anyone else gets there. Including ourselves there are four teams that will have the chance to play in the final to win The Shore Conference. The first game is the semi-finals our opponent is the team Barnegat. Barnegat is known for there tall middles who like to hit the short corners, so knowing this we had to make adjustments that we are not so familiar with.

I am proud to be part of a community that supports each other, respects milestones, and strives for more accomplishments. The weightlifting community in Vancouver, British Columbia has been a vital part of my life for the past five years. Anyone can be a part of it if they have a passion for the sport and common goals. A weightlifter is supported when they ask for a spot or look for information online. They cheer you on as you seek a new personal best. When a weightlifter achieves a milestone in their weightlifting career, those around them recognize it. When I reached the milestone of being able to squat three hundred and fifty five pounds I was showered with encouragement and advice on how to improve even more. Weightlifters who are more

It all started on June 2014, I was uncomfortable in my own skin. I was underweight and was always out of breath. I ran like a turtle. At that time, I weighed only 115 pounds. I wanted to make a change for the better, wanting a better lifestyle. So I decided to sign up for the gym. That day changed my life forever. The gym made me fit, healthier, but most importantly it made me a better person which is who I am today.

“Hey!” yelled Steve. “I need to talk to you about Janet .” His voice boomed over the stadium parking lot while I tried to find a place to hide. I could see no escape so that I turned to face Janet’s brother.

The physical aging activity I picked was smearing Vaseline on the lens of my eyeglasses. This is what senior citizens experience but without smearing Vaseline on there eyeglasses. It took me twice to put Vaseline on my goggles because the first time I put to much Vaseline on the goggles. The first time it was really blurry because I couldn’t read any words and everything was really foggy and fuzzy. I felt like that wasn’t a close experience because it was like I was totally blind and only saw blurred color. The second time I actually smeared a little bit of Vaseline on my eyeglasses. I’ve wore eyeglasses every since I was in third grade and my eye vision is a little bit weak. I think when I put the Vaseline on my glasses my vision was quit

Ever since I could remember, I’ve always had a great interest in creating the perfect muscular body. Throughout my continuous fitness journey over the past 4 years, I have done some physical research on how I could achieve the perfect physique; and I was not the only person trying to find out how either! I came across a very popular discussion, referring to two types of dieting styles called counting macros and counting calories; and this intrigued me, due to the amount of popularity these two topics had I knew that this could be my chance to try it for myself, to finally help me achieve the perfect body. Now that I have tested these two fitness methods I know which diet plan is best used when trying to improve your muscular gains throughout this life-changing journey. After many days of strict dieting and clean eats, I finally resolved which diet worked best. Counting macros

Being locked under the pressure of 350 pounds of metal while several men with Boston accents shout motivational phrases at you is not a situation in which most want to find themselves. It is in this specific situation that I find the most happiness. I am of course talking about bench pressing, an exercise that sparked my love for fitness as an adolescent. I simply could not get enough of this exercise. One day I found myself going to a gym that I had never been to before but was excited to try out. I was planning to bench press that day. I warmed up with all of the equipment that I usually would have at my home gym however once it was time for me to bench press, I could not find one. This gym had everything I needed to warm up, but did not have a bench press— the one exercise I was greatly looking forward to.

I take a deep breath, attempting to stop the shaking of my body. I stand still for a long time, too long, before I finally swing my arms and flip myself backwards. My hands barely graze the beam before they slip off, and I find myself flat chested on the beam in front of everyone at the competition. All I can think at this moment is that there is no possible way this has happened to me again.

This past August I ran into a friend from high school and we chatted for at least five minutes, catching up on each other’s lives. I had seen on his Facebook that he recently started a new job, so I asked him about it. He joined this workout group called Camp Gladiator as a partner trainer. As he was telling me about it, I could tell he really loved this new job, helping people better themselves by working out.

In today’s busy world, it can be hard to find the time to even think about one’s fitness, let alone actually do anything to maintain it. The average person has school, work, family, pets, and many more distractions in their life to ensure their fitness is left on the backburner. However, when the thought of exercise does eventually enter their mind, the thought that often comes forefront is that of the gym. The concept of a gym is simple, populate a building with the necessary equipment for a variety of physical activities, attracting people who want to get that perfect body or even just get back in shape. However, many people who have never frequented a gym often come up with a plethora of reasons not to go.

As I got an invitation to go to open gym with my friends, my main thoughts were, “I hope I can get some new skills tonight.” Little did I know, my thoughts about four hours later would be, “I have never been so upset, angry, or disappointed in my life.” As I walked into the cold, noisy gym, I was prepared to achieve my round off back handspring back tuck. I assured myself that I would be able to do it successfully. I wished that the ground was as soft and comforting as the dark trampoline with orange and blue bumpers. Seeing girls doing back walkovers on the thin, beige, four- inch beam, swinging their bodies around the slippery, uneven bars, and flipping themselves into the sky blue, squishy mat made me tell myself, “If they can do that,

In my practicum, I was placed in a Physical Education (P.E.) classroom at Robert Asp Elementary. I was in the gym a majority of the time, with occasionally being outside. Most of the time, I was with first grade and fifth grade. A few times I was also with second, third, and fourth grade. Because of the setting I was in, there would be one class for thirty minutes, and then they would switch and another class would come in for thirty minutes. One day a week, we had health and on that day, one class would be in the gym for a full hour and we would only have one class of that grade instead of two.

Walking into Saint Joan of Arc felt like exactly like walking into a school gym. The collapsable chairs lined up in long rows that gave you about as much legroom as an economy seat on an airplane. The yellow hardwood floors glazed with inches of protective coatings. The scruffy white basketball hoop with its orange net. Even the stage located in the center of the room. All of these things could have been taken straight out of my own elementary school gymnasium as it was playing host to a barrage of parents around holidays, excited to see their children perform.

Walking into Saint Joan of Arc felt exactly like walking into a school gym. The collapsible chairs lined up in long rows that granted about as much legroom as an economy seat on an airplane. The yellow hardwood floors glazed with inches of protective coatings. The scruffy white basketball hoop with its orange net. Even the stage located in the center of the room. All of these things could have been taken straight out of my own elementary school gymnasium as it was playing host to a barrage of parents around the holidays, excited to see their children perform.