I am one of those weird people who love working out.
You just rolled your eyes, didn’t you?
I know you did…
I am crazy into it though.
I am annoyed by wimpy workouts.
Give me an hour of Insanity or BodyRock and I am ecstatic.
We are talking full-speed and my husband’s heavy weights kind of workouts…
When it gets too easy, I throw on a weighted vest.
I am that girl.
You just rolled your eyes again.
I know. I know.
(But I am trying to make a point. I am getting to it. I promise.)
In high school I hated everything fitness.
I was horribly uncoordinated.
It was awful, truly awful!
I could barely run around the gym without tripping or having everyone else in the class pass me.
I was always the last one chosen for the team
Doing one single push-up was an amazing feat.
I was a wimp.
And I knew it.
I am not even entirely sure that it was a matter of lack of ability,
But rather a lack of trying.
In my mind it was something that I was not naturally good at.
So I gave up before I even started.
I gave my 10%
And nothing more.
Because what my teenage mind told me was that it was better to not try at all and fail, than to try my best and fail.
So I never tried.
Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have pictured myself choosing to work out,
Let alone being strong or lifting weights.
Perhaps you never truly know your ability until you try something that challenges you.
I am talking really truly give it your all,
Even when you are certain you will not be good at it.
Even though you think you will fail.