I am allowed.
Thank you Amanda Gill for posting on FB....
It wasn’t a complaint, of course. I don’t complain during workouts, and to be honest, I try to make it a habit not to complain at all; complaining is useless–actionis preferable. It wasn’t a complaint, no. More of a jocular reference to the fact that while I like to get sweaty and strong and chalked up at the gym,I also still care about my mani. Deeply.
A fellow lifter jokingly replied, “Oh come on, Neg!”
I responded in turn with, “Hey, I’m allowed.”
Because you know what? I AM ALLOWED.
I’m allowed to like squats and sparkly nail polish, in equal measure.
I’m allowed to get sweaty and dirty while smashing weights, and still truly care about things like lipgloss and bronzer and fashion.
I’m allowed to relentlessly pursue strength and simultaneously pursue things that society deems in direct opposition of that pursuit.
I’m allowed to be a badass and a girlie girl and a feminist and a doting wife and a nurturing mom and an entrepreneur and anything I damn well decide to be, all at once in intervals and everywhere in between.
I’m allowed to have my own personal definition of “feminine,” my feminine.
I’m allowed to be powerful and feminine, because those things are not mutually exclusive.
I’m allowed. And so are you.
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WOD May 19, 2016
WENDLER BENCH PRESS CYCLE 2 WEEK 3
20 DOUBLE UNDERS