As my slogan says, we ALL having something that needs to getmended. Well, today, I put a few stitches in myself, thanks to the help of some wonderful seamstresses.
The hardest thing I think people have with getting mended is threading the needle. In E speak, it’s facing your fears and doing battle with that which needs mending. I’m a little fearful of drowning. Yes, I can swim but I need a safety stroke, a recovery stroke, a stroke I can go to when I get tired or scared buuuttt I’m too scared to try it. How crazy is that?! Anyway, today, my new BFF (best fitness friends) helped me, well, we helped each other, getmended.
See, for me, being a #RealAthleticWoman is about My Real, not yours. IDK how much you can lift, how fast, you can swim, how fast you can run because your effort will not/does not benefit me to the extent that my body will benefit. My mind will and I appreciate that but people looks at chunkmunks like myself and we and out preconceived notions of what Athletic or an Athlete looks like fills our brain. I’m doing me and if that means, I have to use a pull buoy and fins to acclimate myself to swim across the pool then so be it. I’m not ignorant to the fact that you can’t use those things in a race but in the words of Allen Iverson – “we talking about practice.” Can’t get better without confidence and you can’t build confidence without tools. Hell, even babies use a walker to build their confidence.
My second mendation came in the form of CrossFit knees to elbows. Now if you don’t know what that is, Snapple it. Now, I only use my hands for writing, typing, eating, bathing and anything else that will not leave any marks or pop-up veins on my hands. My hands resemble those of an 5-9 y/o child. My fingers are bones wrapped in prosciutto thin skin. I don’t even open twist bottles or soda cans – I have a thing about my hands/fingers hurting. Well, that will never do in Crossfit, especially when doing knees to elbows or pull-ups. Needless to say, those 4 rounds of 8 were-not-pretty. My hands burned, through the gloves mind you and my fingers were getting tight and the entire experience was so unpleasant but I fought through those 4 rounds of 8 and after those and WBS, I dropped down from the bar, finishing in 05:32. There were some in the class who finished in 3 minutes, good for them. I have no desire to compete with you because that’s not my purpose. This is MY Real – 5 minutes and 32 seconds, over half spent on 4 rounds of KtoE and wringing my hands out.
In the wintertime, have you ever hit your hand on something and the pain just seemed to stay there FOREVER? Well, that’s how I feel about my hands/fingers. I know it’s something I need to rid myself of but the process is going to make for slow progress.
I’m no small chick and I’m ok with it. Not asking anybody else to be. Those like me, both male and female are doing our best to mend #whatailsus in our own way. Society wants everyone to look and do everything the same – well wouldn’t that be just boring.
Me and my BFFs, we swim different, we have different body types but the effort we all put in is Real and it is all our own. So shout out to every #RealAthleticWoman and #RealAthleticMan who are getting it done apologetically and with style and finesse.
What ails ya?