The washing machine whirring and the dryer clanging we are in the early 1980s. Our Dad was doing a set of bench press in the weight room (also known as the laundry room) while my older brother Jason and I spotted him, pushing the homemade metal rods through the wooden beams to rack the barbell. We had to do it fast because the alternative was not good! I believe my siblings know exactly what I am talking about and might be chuckling.
The time is ticking. My coach, who also happens to be my husband, just told me I had 45 seconds left to complete my final weightlifting attempt. I needed to complete this lift before the buzzer on the timer went off.
Twenty years ago, I had switched majors twice, just gotten out of a pretty rough relationship and was working really hard to finish college as soon as possible. It was a Monday, and I arrived at the YMCA at 5:15 a.m. to workout before I drove back down the gravel road to my apartment in Loose Creek to get ready for my 8 a.m. Business Communications class.