Some days, I really have to slog myself to the gym. Between general RA exhaustion and general dealing with junior high drama exhaustion, some days I really have to talk myself into driving to the gym after work. However, I try to remind myself of some basic truth, and I usually haul my ever-expanding behind to inflict some torture upon myself.
week, I saw a visibly pregnant woman doing a series of complicated
combination moves with free weights. Lunges with bicep curls, pushups
with tricep pull-ups, side squats- this lady was killing it. She had to
at least be five months pregnant. I'm really hoping her workout was
doctor approved, and I can't help but admit her dedication. Girl had
This week, as I was leaving the gym, a kindly
elderly man smiled at me and asked me "Did you have your best workout
today?" His question really hit home. Not whether I did a certain amount
of reps or how much I lifted. Not how many calories I burned. Did I do my best?
learned from my compatriots at the gym that getting there pays off. For
every step I take with fitness, the universe seems to meet me halfway
and send me some motivation to come back tomorrow. I'm never going to be
thin, and I want to respect my RA. However, I can be curvy and healthy
at the same time. I guess the slogging is worth it.