Good morning, Monday...you came sooo soon.
David and I have been nursing sick dogs (we are sitting for one and our guy got sick too) all weekend- hopefully today will be diarrhea free. I'm sorry, a bit early for that, but that was about the size of our weekend. Lovely...
So it was with great trepidation that I signed up for some wacky bootcampish endeavor at the gym. At 6 am. Today. With one eye closed i ventured out, not at all excited about it. But then I got to the class and it was myself and 3 other women- one had given birth to her third child 7 weeks ago, one was going through horrid menopause and had gained 25 pounds, and the other was 56 and training for some sort of "athalon". And then there was me. Ha.
The workout was brutal (burpees, I hate you), but turns out these chicks were amazingly determined and strong, and through them, I was able to get through it. It's incredible how resilient women are- I seriously can't imagine having two kids and a newborn and doing that kind of workout. And the menopausal woman told me she was fighting the weight gain, mood swings, and insomnia tooth and nail- she was such a cool chick and was doing everything she could to fight nature and its cruel gift of hot flashes. And she could smoke you on pushups, boys. Of this, I am certain.
As a young woman, I'm not sure I liked women that much- I was so after the attention of guys and generally had more fun with them- now that I'm a grown up I feel like women come to my rescue over and over again- I feel inspired by them, believe in them, and want to stand with them to fight all of these crazy hormones, pressures, and triumphs that make being a chick so fantastic. Besides feeling a personal sense of accomplishment for waking up at 5:30 to go do this class, I feel so energized by this group of women- they were not emaciated or perfect or enhanced by injectables, because they were perfect how they are. These are the women I like- the ones with a good fight in them, but not so much that they're trying to turn back time- just doing the best to be who they are, within themselves, and not trying to be something they are not.
Whether you are a mom, a sister, a wife, or BFF today, take a cue from all the great women out there and be proud regardless of how much weight you want to lose, how many kids are grabbing at your hem, or how many people you have to politic with today at work. It's a wonderful day to be a woman- I'm here with two dogs and a laptop and lots of coffee and feel better for having braved the early morning to connect with some pretty cool ladies. All the best for this start of the week, female or not- cause that's what's up this how sisters are doing it kind of Monday in the 718. It's a new day- let the sun hit your face and go get 'em. XO