Some of my best exercise experiences are thanks to and shared with my mom.
Let’s start with my upcoming spa trip. And the five that preceded it. That all started with my mom. She had the idea. She treated. She was my companion and exercise partner. On our spa trips, we enjoy taking as many classes together as we can. Sometimes we split up, but it is so much fun to workout together there. We laughed when we tried a boxing workout and felt awkward together belly dancing and had a great time doing retro aerobics.
And then there are our weekly strength training sessions with a personal trainer. It all started when I turned 40 and my mom offered to give me training as a special birthday gift. I told her I would love having her join me for the workouts. She did. And here we are, seven years later, still going together. Still having fun and laughing our way through squats and bicep curls. With a little friendly competition thrown in the mix. And the occasional critique of exercise outfits.
My mom is in her early 70s and kicks butt. She is in great shape for her age. For any age! She proudly wears sleeveless tops while her contemporaries are covering up arm sag. My mom is strong and fit and full of life and energy. She is so busy – I don’t know how she finds time for all she does. She is a perfect example of how living a full life keeps you young. And an amazing role model.
I’m pretty sure she was not always this fit, but as children, our image of our parents is skewed, so I could be wrong. I can tell you that when I was growing up my mom did go to exercise classes at a “salon” for women. In my mind, I picture ladies in leotards doing very Jane Fonda-like leg lifts. And years later I know my mom used to walk as she listened to books on tape. Before her age caught up with her knees and arthritic feet. But I don’t know when she started strength training. Surely before I did. I am pretty sure she could do a push up before I could. Although now I give her a run for her money.
Never in my wildest teenage imagination could I have pictured my mom and me working out together. I was a horrible teen. (Thank goodness I outgrew that!) And I never exercised. Never. Fast forward decades later and my mom is my consistent workout partner and best friend. I hope I am in even half as good shape when I am her age!
Now I am off to the gym to meet my mom for our last workout together until we are at the spa next week!