In 2003, I taught a short mischievous kid with braids. I liked him a lot - he was smart and a good writer, which is nice, but also really funny and just a real neat kid to have in the classroom. He's since gone on to go to Morgan State, and then transferred to the University of Maryland, where is about to graduate (11 more credits) with a degree in Psychology and a minor in Biology. He plans to head to Law School the year after that.
I've seen him a lot in the last couple of years, as he works at my gym as a lifeguard. He's shorter than my 5'9", yet he's chiseled himself into the physique of a NFL player. He just got his Personal Training license, something I learned from Facebook, so I decided to approach him about taking me on. I've been doing a good job this summer with the gym, but want to make sure I'm doing some of my exercises correctly. Squats, in particular, feel wrong. I can never tell if I'm shifting my weight correctly.
Turns out, I wasn't. T helped me out on a lot of my excercises today, making sure I was doing them right. Squats were especially difficult. I ended up not even doing them with any weight beyond the 45-lb bar and, even then, they were challenging. I was doing them wrong. My posture and center of gravity are both terrible.
Lunges also killed me. I'm walking like grandma right about now.
But what I is cool about it for me is the whole circle of life idea. I taught T, helping to train his mind. Now he's teaching me, training my body. It makes me feel good, like I'm part of a cycle of something bigger.
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