Sport in my life: as the father on the head put me... Also rushed...

The most part of the early childhood I was little Winnie-the-Pooh, the iPad corrected on Winnie Puz that captures the essence of my look of that time more precisely.

The grandmother and the grandfather had big economy with all living creatures relying in the village and with a huge apiary. To avoid some buns, it was impossible therefore it was easier to roll me, than to drive some honey gingerbreads and an other tastiness by a hand.

Then I grew up, and some doctor by mistake stuck to me the wrong medicine. I began to die, but then changed the mind and seized for life. Lost weight so that there were only skin and bones. But mead, love of the grandmother and grandfather and also rural life put me, the five-year-old girl, on legs. And then the father decided to move my heaven and earth, and put me on the head.
Literally this word. Unfortunately, then at parents the camera was not, and here a photo where I at the father at work help it, was. That you presented what sporty little blonde I was in those far times.

It was Soviet period. The yoga was what that unevident, underground... But the father in youth did gymnastics and yoga. It helped it to cope with its own and very serious problems with health.

So, I very much liked to stand on the head. It appeared very easily for me, and is very frequent I, having stayed at home one, just for own pleasure stood on the head on several minutes.

Actually with sport I was acquainted even earlier by the grandfather. He took me in mountains, on fishing, and still ran with me races. And I almost always overtook him.


Then there were school days. At physical education classes I among girls always was the most active, most quicker ran and above all jumped. And as we lived in Siberia, skis were the main sport, of course. Usual cross-country skis. I was even sent to competitions from school. But I hated running on skis "for a while". Still din opposite words in the ears "the Ski track!!", it is also remembered how intercepted breath on a frost as skis were sprained on a slope as sometimes I even broke them in these races.

Freaky was. Jumped from some springboards, risking to turn off the head and to break everything that breaks.

And track and field athletics. It did not become my professional sports work, but in high school I pulled out myself from a bed and drove on jog in the mornings, and sometimes and in the evenings.

Still I remember this feeling of "a dead point" when you run - you run, and suddenly you begin to die of the shortage of air, of lead weight in legs, of weakness, but someone's voice from within persistently goes on: "Run! Still a little bit". And suddenly there is for the sake of what many are let in these "heavy" competitions to own weakness: air ease, euphoria, a second wind!

And you run as you fly, and the victory and defeat does not matter any more! You just feel live, healthy, full of strength and energy.

Then there was a university, and there the trainer marked out me as the perspective girl in run not long distances. It was tin. The most real! Because I that considered myself the sprinter, and to me it was good at short distances. But it was more visible to the trainer... The girlfriend at me then happened on this soil. Svetka Krasikova. With a waist as at hourglasses, and, respectively - with a magnificent bust and a bottom.

To it to take oriental dances, and she - to run... Guys from our faculty liked to observe its trainings. But I began love carrots, then family and children, and Svetka needed a motivator and a podzadpinator in my person what she fairly admitted to me. We lived in one room in halls and if I was defeated in the mornings by laziness, then Svetka with pleasure continued to sleep instead of making magic pendel and to pull out me on jog. Generally, on the Olympic Games we did not get and were not even reached KMS.

Between my sports affair with pyshnogrudy Svetka and future husband there were also other small love and sports experiences.

Once the undergraduate from a matfak fell in love with me. The intellectual beautiful with the Tatar roots and melodious as murmur of a stream a name. He became constant visitor on a visit, and I, without knowing the possible happiness, decided to take away it. "The we love less woman, the more she like us". Once I saw in a corridor that it goes to me on a visit. Outstripped it, in the room rose on the head directly on a table, between textbooks.
It entered, and I indifferently began to communicate with it, standing on the head. To rise on the head to talk to me at one level, it could not, and the mathematician did not want to continue the affair with not the really normal girl. Since then ceased to visit me, and after I learned that he in general threw University and went to the far homeland. I hope, not I was to that the cause

However, also Happy End a story happened! Already with other guy. With handsome - the geophysicist, too the undergraduate, only already from our faculty. And too it was not without sport.

Thanks to track and field athletics we approached it, - my first husband with whom we participated in competitions, marathons, met at trainings and which became the father of my three beautiful children subsequently. I even admit that influenced my decision to agree to it to become his wife. It was the case at competitions. My future husband ran a distance and... Sprained a leg. Usually in such situations athletes withdraw and finish a competition. But Victor did not shame the name which is translated as "winner", and he doprygat on one leg to the finish. To it reckoned time! Still there is in eyes a picture as it literally flies on one leg, having drawn in the second. Since then strong strong male legs pay my attention to themselves.

On this positive, a little erotic note I finish the first post on the subject "Sport in My Life"

In the following publications on this subject you learn how I exploited the juvenile children, turning them into the mini-exercise machines and turning for them into their first exercise machine!

Also I will tell how my grandsons did not avoid this fate. You learn also that even I acquainted the parents who already became old and sick with physical culture too - the soft version of sport.

I will tell about what role is played by sport and physical activity in my present family life.
Well and how my interest in sport gradually began to turn into the main business in my life.

But all this in the following publications,
For now I wish all good continuation of day and active sports mood!

To be continued