I truly believe the only person you
should try to be better than is yourself. That being said, I just out-planked 3
unbelievably cruel teenage boys.
Story time: I was at the gym minding
my own business, trying to get my stretch on after running, when this group of
boys started working out next to me. All of the sudden they couldn't stop
laughing. Further eavesdropping revealed that their funny bones had been tickled
at the expense of an overweight girl who was struggling on the elliptical. I
will not pollute your brainpalace with their fiendish commentary, but trust me,
it would make your skin crawl. Anyway, they decide to place bets on which one
of them could hold a plank the longest. I don't know what processed me to do
this, but I invited myself to join their competition. My plank may have ended
with shaky arms and legs, but I lasted a full minute longer than the trio of
douches. I then proceed to get up, put my mat away, gave them my best
‘disappointed mom’ stare, and walked away. I wanted to find the aforementioned
girl so I could give her a high five and tell her to continue being fabulous,
but alas, she was nowhere to be found.
My heart breaks for the girl I never
actually had the pleasure of meeting - probably because I have been there, and truth
be told most days it feels like I still am. I remember days when I didn’t want
to workout because I literally didn’t want to be seen. My mind had me convinced
that staying in was preferable to making strangers bear witness to my
disgustingly unfit-form battling to move. (How messed up is that?)
Listening to those boys did indeed
validate that fear. But the hard truth is, yeah, there are people who will have a
problem seeing someone who they have personally deemed aesthetically displeasing
trying to be physically active. That is entirely THEIR problem though. The difficult part is deciding not to let that knowledge affect you negatively. Making the decision to commit to your own happiness, despite the voice in your head telling you to stay inside.
Oy. I really hope the trio of douches
didn’t spread their hateful energy anywhere near that warrior princess. Let's just add this
interaction to the endless list of reasons why I loathe the gym, shall we?
Well, I'm off to make myself piña kale-ada! Goodnight, my fine feathered friends!
Well, I'm off to make myself piña kale-ada! Goodnight, my fine feathered friends!
I just don't understand the mentality of making fun of people for trying to better themselves? How the fuck are they supposed to feel comfortable making positive changes when there's someone sitting a few feet away trying to tear them down? Everyone has to start somewhere! It just goes to show you how strong some people truly are, you included, to tell themselves to ignore the negative thoughts in their brain, and just drown them out with that warrior drive!
ReplyDeleteAlso, go you for out planking those boys! yaya!!!!