The Indian Diaries Part 1


28th November, 2009 I first landed in the country, of what seemingly up until now was the last place in the world I would expect to travel.  But when you live life with an open heart and an open mind, you never know what path life might lead you.  Here I was.  Ready to meet the rest of this new family I had married in to and take my first trip through India.

When people ask me what I like most about India, there aren’t words to describe the warmth, peace and love I feel when I am here.  I had always felt deep down, since my younger years, that I would end up living in a different country, from the beginning there was always something pulling me away from my ‘homeland’.  I have traveled all over the world, and for some reason I have always placed my first impression on a country by the first breath of air I take once I step out of the plane.

I will never forget that first breath of air I took when I landed in India.  It wasn’t a smell that awakened my senses, it was a feeling that took over my soul.  For someone who lives by a schedule, cannot function in crowds and traffic and disorderly inefficient ways.  The deeper I explored this land of unorganized chaos, the more I felt at home.

It was on this first trip where I taught my first fitness class in the city of Ahmedabad at a club.  With family, I went to take my first group fitness class, fore I was curious to see what the fitness industry was like in the country.  Within the first five minutes of class, the music went out and the teacher froze no knowing what to do next.  Spending another five minutes trying to get music to work again she was ready to end class, but not before the cousin I was with said, “Kimberly will teach, she is a fitness professional in the U.S.”  So there I was, standing there ready to do a workout, now becoming the teacher for the workout.

As I was walking out of the club that evening, I looked at my husband and said, “I am going to help revolutionize the fitness world in India.”


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