I like the gym. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in one, hurtling my body through the air, landing on crash mats and falling off of the balance beam. Oversized fans, spring boards and the constant haze of chalk were more familiar to me than riding my bike. It’s simply what I was exposed to….
I am one of the guilty ones. Or perhaps I should say biased. Or limited. Every boyfriend I’ve had over the past 10 years has come from the gym. This might be the fact that I’ve been in a gym since I was 3 years old, and that I’ve been a personal trainer since I…
I have been in a gym since I was three years old, hurtling my body over beams, spring floors and vaults, spinning around bars and feeling the soft flesh of my palms being ripped away as easily as tissue paper. I bled for that sport, wearing leotards and trading 13 years of gymnastics for dance,…
