A movement program for all

In high school P.E. class, Wednesdays were cardio day. I couldn’t stand P.E., but Wednesdays were about as bad as it gets. Unless you count the days we were divided into two teams with shirts vs. skins. The 50% chance of being forced to take my shirt off in front of everyone still haunts me.

On one cardio day, they timed us to run the mile, which was four times around the track. I quickly fell behind the pack, and by the third pass, I was barely running. My lungs were on fire, and I had a side stitch that felt like someone was poking me with a steak knife. My shin bones felt like they would pop out of my legs. As I rounded the last turn, I could see everyone standing around the finish line. My memory is like a movie in slow motion. Everyone is cheering me on. Chariots of Fire plays in the background as I make those final steps and cross the finish line. Everyone is cheering, and a group of guys grab me and put me on their shoulders. The reality was that I felt like I was moving in slow motion. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I was embarrassed being the last person to finish clocking in at over 15 minutes. So much for Mr. Smarty Pants. In P.E. class, I was just the fat kid who was picked last.

Do you know who loved P.E. class? Any personal trainer or fitness guru with a workout program to help get you into shape. Why do they all look the…