Commentary: A reluctant trip to the gym became a lifetime habit

I didn’t know her name. But I knew her smile.

It’s been more than 25 years, but this is the face I conjure when I need a feel-good moment.

I first joined a health club in 1987, when fitness became a buzzword. For me it was buzz kill.

It was the first gym to open in Rockville, Md., where I lived at the time.

My daughter requested a gym membership as her Sweet 16 gift.

“Great idea,” I said, until I was told that, due to her age, a parent would have to join as well.

I reluctantly became a member. A promise is a promise.

I regularly attended the 5:30 p.m. aerobic classes. Often, I came straight from work, trudging in as though I was on my way to the gallows.

I began to notice a participant, who greeted each class member with a beautiful smile.

“Doesn’t she realize it’s nap time,” I thought sarcastically, as I prayed that most of the exercises would be on a floor mat.

But once class began, it was difficult not to get caught up in her exuberance. She clearly enjoyed what she was doing, and became the poster child for living in the moment.

I don’t know what she did for a living, but I hope it was something to do with children and education. Her enthusiasm was contagious and empowering.

We never exchanged a word, yet her smile told me a lot about her. She was sensitive, compassionate and genuine, probably someone I would now choose as a friend.

I soon found that I looked forward to seeing her each day. But after several months, she disappeared. Did she move or change health clubs? I wouldn’t allow myself to think of anything worse.

I am now a fitness junkie, and work out several times a week. Often, I am among the oldest participants in the class, and sometimes I find the exercises becoming a bit more difficult.

But you would never know, looking at the radiant smile on my face!

TERRI GOLDSTEIN lives in Newport Coast.