Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I've got a lot to say. Luckily, half the crap that I spew is just rolling around inside my head, but it is there just the same. After my workout tonight, the kind where I am sitting by my locker, but unable to open the lock yet because my hands and arms are still shaking from the work, I spy a cutesy young possibly twenty something, possibly not even, adjusting her pant leg. and readjusting her pant leg. Up over the knee. Down below. Even with other leg. Up over the knee. Down below. Over and over and over again.
I'll admit it right here. It is the green eyed monster. Adjusting your pant leg? Really little Ms. Sassy Pants? Just get the heck out of here and head to zumba class. Seriously. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out a way that I could adjust my little too long pant leg because it was stuck in my sneaker. Felt like I was wearing stirrup pants until I was able to yank it out from under my heel. A far cry from the mirror antics I just witnessed.
I judge - to myself - I refrain from even blurting this out to another less than godly perfect body in the room. Go me. My day in the sun will come. I will unlikely look like the decades prior young Chiquita I was eyeballing today, but I will be a better me. Every day I am improving SOMETHING whether it is my confidence, my VO2 capacity, my pants not sticking to me like a second skin. Every day I fight the battle, and get my butt to the gym, I am improving something. I am making changes. I can't use the mirror goddess to reflect my progress though it is tempting sometimes.
So for today, I might have something to say on the inside, but it is not about you. It is about me. And I am doing it.
Here is my post gym face after I have managed to get back to my car in one piece. :)