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Eleven years ago I decided I wanted to become a fitness instructor. I realized that the best route for me would be to return to aquatics. However at 38, not only was I out of shape, I no longer had any of the qualifications to work in aquatics. I swallowed my pride and repeated all the required training I needed amongst aspiring teenaged lifeguards and swim instructors. Luckily my desire to be a fitness instructor out weighted the horrific reality of training with people whose parents were my age while also wearing a bathing suit.
Sadly, due to the disfunction of my life these last few years, almost all my fitness and aquatic certifications have expired. Best part is I am almost as out of shape as I was eleven years ago. I am presented with two options: A) Remain defeated. Accept the fact that my fitness career is over and age with grace (whatever the hell that means??); or B) Dust off my goggles and swim cap, put my fat ass back into my swim suit and just do it all over again.
Choice A is incredibly tempting but what the hell Choice B it is! So yes, I am going back to the pool. I am going to get fit and gain back my National Lifeguard award, recertify my personal training certification and return to aquatic fitness. Huge hit to my pride starting all over again. Good thing my love for fitness out exceeds my ego.
Dressing for the Job I Want
8/5/2022 08:13:07 am
Good for you Tamara!! Knock em dead. Age is just a number. Good luck!
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