Personal Narrative: Looking Back To The Weight Room

As the bell sounded, the little freshmen, surrounded by the muscle-ripped seniors, began their dreaded walk to the weight room. The workout consisted of a pushup circuit as defined by Merriam Webster and by me as an hour full of pain and suffering. During the workout the little freshmen could not even come close to keeping up with the burly seniors, but when a high school football coach is watching every elbow contraction, keeping up is required.

When this hour of agonizing pain and suffering ended, I thought, “People do this in their free time?” By nature, I have a slim physique which is synonymous for weak or as my mom likes to say, “a late bloomer.” Looking back at being one of those little freshmen, intimidated by the jacked seniors, it makes me laugh that I thought I would never step foot in a weight room again because since that time, I developed a passion for working out. I always had a passion for working hard in school, but I never thought I would have a passion for lifting weights.

This passion started a year and a half later on a Sunday afternoon. I went to the gym with my stepbrother, who looked like those seniors who
Physically I changed my genetics and mentally I strengthened my brain. Working out has taught me how to balance school and fitness. Since I started working out, my overall attitude has improved as well as my confidence. I have also seen a slight increase in my grades. By this logic, more elbow contractions equal higher grades. I guess that is something only football/PE coaches keep stored in the back of their heads. Working out has taught me that there is more than just the classroom. Success comes from being well rounded and fitness is what completes me. Even though some days I have to drag myself to the gym, fitness is still my passion and has changed me for the