Origins

I'm a gym rat.  I always have been, and I'm fairly certain I always will be.  I like the smell of the gym.  I feel comfortable in a gym; the hum of the lights is soothing.  I feel confident and at home.  
I practically grew up in the gym, and I have my parents to blame.  My father was a college basketball coach, which meant I had full access to the gym anytime that I wanted---which was quite often.  I was allowed to sit on the bench during the games and found myself spending countless hours in the gym during the summer working on my basketball skills.  Routinely, I would spend most of a morning in July trying to round up enough boys for an official full court game.  
This gym obsession was instrumental in me earning a scholarship to play basketball in college, as well as completing my degree in Health and Physical Education.  Today, I continue to spend crazy hours in the gym teaching, and still have a key - I find myself opening the doors to that wonderful aroma of sweat, basketballs and icy hot on my days "off", and sharing my gym passion with my own children.  They, too, marvel at the awesomeness of wide-open space, free to simply play.  

Instilling a love in the next generation

I have a plethora of gym rat stories, but enough for now, it is Wednesday evening and I have a pick-up basketball game to get to.  I'll grab my key.

Christmas Day, Eberly style, with my daughter and nieces