I don’t think I’m a typical girl. I like free weights. I like being strong and having muscles. I’m not frilly or silly, or obsessed with guys, shopping, or getting married. I don’t know if it’s because I never had any strong female role models when I was younger – I was, shall I say, a bit introverted, and not the most popular person. I hid behind baggy clothes and long hair. I was chubby (as I’m much heavier now, I hesitate to call it fat), too. I didn’t really have any strong role models in my family either.
I can’t remember ever having women or any female for that matter that I looked up to, or wanted to be like while in my younger years. I do remember that the first person that really impressed me was seeing Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2, all hardcore and intense, doing chin-ups in the psych ward at the beginning of the movie. My jaw dropped. I was in love. I wanted to look like her. I wanted to *be* her. I think that was my first inspiration to start going to the gym, back in my early 20s, and even then, it took me a few years before I did it. I remember wanting to pump iron, even though cover models for muscle mags make me ill – they look so gross! But show me a toned, muscled, hardcore, in-shape person, and I drool. Unfortunately, if I do get there, I’ll probably look more like a Russian female shot put thrower, wide, stout, and short.
Even now, it’s that type of female that wows me and makes me want to get fit. Sassy, lean, toned, serious. None of the svelte, chic, anorexic-looking trophy wife-types for me! Anyway, just ramblin’ here. Who is your role model?
Update: I remembered yet another big role model. I don’t really know this person, Marla, but she’s from my 2001 Outside magazine subscription and omigod she is gorgeous (she was the cover story)!!! Tada: