When fitness is your “thang” (or one of your “thangs” as the case may be…I wouldn’t want to pidgeon hole anyone, let alone myself, into only having one hobby), you often get asked where your interest stemmed from. During the Insanity workout yesterday, a strange little song hopped into my head like a hare poking out of the bushes: Get in Shape Girl!
I know! Duh.
My parents bought a bunch of these for me when I was a little lady. I vividly recall this one being the corner-stone of my collection:
There are even pictures of me sitting on the couch and grinning while holding the box, which implies to adult-me that this was something I was darn excited about. Even back then, faking a smile was not my forte. I very distinctly recall playing with these uber amazing rhythmic gymnastic ribbons, though I’m pretty sure I was more interested in pretending to be a fairy than getting a workout (the same might go for now, come to think of it…).
So I guess the moral of the story is that I was primed to like exercise. As much as I tried to shun the influence of my parents, I couldn’t help but be inundated with what tickled their fancy. And thus? Runner’s Delight grew up to be a Get in Shape Girl. Go figure.