I'm a woman who has grown up in a time where society has been infatuated with how women look. A time when women obsess over how we think others think we look.
I have been concerned with how I look since I was 13 years old. The past 20 years have been a roller coaster ride of highs and lows regarding how I look and how I feel. Like many women, I have to try every day to remain positive and think about all the wonderful things that make me who I am as a person. I don't have an answer to the question: "How does one not care what others think?" I still care, but I'm learning to keep it in perspective.
So far, this journey has had some heart-dropping-into-your-stomach moments, and it’s also had some I'm-so-happy-I-could-fly moments. And I’ve learned some good lessons along the way.
Let me tell me start by telling you a bit about Bill.
Bill goes the same Crossfit “box” that I go to. He’s a tad taller than me—probably 6’3”, and he probably weighs 35 pounds less than me.
He’s fit. He can do the things I still can’t do—pull ups without bands, muscle ups on the rings, sets of toes-to-bars with good form.
When it comes to fitness, I aspire to be a bit more like Bill and a bit like, well, me.
So a few days ago, I’m go in for 5:30 PM WOD (“workout of the day” for you normal people that don’t do Crossfit), and here’s what was written on the board:
3 Rounds (for time):