Turn back the clock to sometime around 1999 or so. My new training partner in the gym is my 15 year old daughter, who wants to get in better shape, and is, pardon the phrase, ‘Serious as a heart attack’ about results. Not a problem, as in the gym I don’t take prisoners. The rules were simple — I workout Monday through Friday — hard. So do you. Deal?
She lived up to her end, doin’ whatever was required. Slowly but surely women closer to my age started givin’ me the evil eye. I couldn’t figure out at first whether they were upset with how hard I was pushin’ her (lotta painful grunts goin’ on), or if it was the dirty old man thing. Now, Megan knew right away (a female thing, I’m sure) that is was the latter. So, being the loyal daughter, she made sure to call me ‘Dad’ every so often in a volume louder than was required.
The judgmental old biddies backed off. 
Fast forward to today.
Due to an involuntary 3+ month layoff from the gym, coupled with an equivalent non-layoff at mealtime, I gained some unwanted weight/inches, and lost much hard won body tone. Megan’s now a member of Lava, a very serious gym, one I’d not recommend to 90% of those who think they workout hard daily. Anywho, today we hiked up a local bump in the topography known as Cowles Mountain. It used to be a breeze for me, and torture for her. Oh how things have changed. She literally motored up as if she had batteries and springs in her shoes, while I kept a steady pace.
Talk about role reversal.
No biggie, as it’s fun to see her knockin’ on the door of real life hard body status. I’ll reclaim my old lean machine in the next several weeks. But for now, the tables have turned, and I think she’s really enjoying it. Since her initial time in the gym over 10 years ago, this is the first time she’s legitimately closing in on elite level fitness. Even cooler? She’s likin’ it big time. Says she enjoys the healthy return of her appetite, and the ability to sleep well.
Whenever we’re able to fit in a workout together these days, we usually go to breakfast after. Today was no exception, as we ended up at The Omelet Factory in La Mesa. It’s so much fun to laugh ‘n scratch with yer kids when they’re adults, isn’t it?
Life is good.
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