Growing up, I accepted my poor coordination and scant athleticism as fact. While my sister stayed after school to run laps with the track team, I came home to draw and watch “I love Lucy” reruns. As an adult, I made the decision to become athletic, not only because it was something I actually felt I had the power and ability to change, but also because I equated physical fitness, however short sighted or superficial, with personal happiness and success. Socioculturally, the aspiration to become fit is both a longing to be sexually desired and a fearful acknowledgment of our own weakness and mortality. In my work, I am interested in the pursuit of physical strength as a means of controlling our lives and accessing power.