Bitches Be Trippen'...
Alright babies, I'm gonna pour some of the sap, and the cheese, and the cheesy sap on you. If your not down for the corny blog posting with a hint of cynicism this is not the one for you, haters beware.
Often I'm asked by men around the gym, “why do you women hate each other so much?” I've never had an honest answer. I've never been able to clearly evaluate this dilemma of why exactly it is that women have such a hard time getting along, supporting one another or just competing in a healthy and positive way; a way in which I observe many men doing with ease.
Today I walked over to the Hydraulics shop that our gym shares a service hall with. Jason, owner/ operator of said shop, is what we would term a “good ol boy”. Several of us often find ourselves over there playing ping pong and decompressing while he plays Dwight Yoakum station on Pandora and drills on hydraulic stuff. Today, whilst pondering my next blog post, Sammy Kershaw's “She Don't Know She's Beautiful” came on. It hit me like a led brick to the kisser. The reason for all of my challenges in training women, and the answer to that age old question... “why do you girls hate each other?”
Because we hate ourselves.
We hate our jiggles, and our stretch marks and our "Mom arms". We hate our curly hair and our straight hair and our thighs that touch and our thighs that don't touch. We hate our ugly feet and our knobby knees and our flat butts and our big butts and our saggy boobs. You get the idea. We become so distracted in the hatred of our own bodies that our relationships suffer and our training suffers, because our goals are limited by a negative self image rather than performance.
And now for the aforementioned cynicism.
This is the part where I'm supposed to go on about how we're all beautiful snow flakes, and just love yourselves, so on and so forth. I'm not going to do that, instead I'm going to tell you that it just does not matter. Your quality of life is not dictated by your thigh gap. I read recently in Starting Strength by Mark Rippetoe, that “ physical strength is the most important thing in life - Our strength, more than any other thing we possess, still determines the quality and quantity of our time here in these bodies. - A weak man is not as happy as that same man would be if he were strong”.
Preach Mr. Rippetoe, preach!
Ladies, lets put the image of our bodies on the back burner for awhile. Instead, focus on moving better, feeling stronger, getting up a flight of stairs without losing our breath. We can leave the overwhelming guilt and shame associated with eating ice cream out of our minds, and stop judging our worth by the number of our pants size. I know from experience that if you dedicate yourself to a goal associated more with the performance and health of your body rather than what you look like, when you have reached that goal, you will be happier with how you look anyway.
Here's a look at a typical conditioning session for me and my girls:
...5000 meter row [suck it].