I walked into the barn to get Dancer’s halter today and a group of girls were talking about cross fit. One of them had just started going and they were very excited. I felt one of the girls eyes kind of zone in on me but I brushed it off and went to get my pony.
I tacked him up and walked to the ring. The girl came with me. I knew her and I also knew the girl that just started cross fit so she started talking to me about that.
Awesome I thought and got on and started working.
Dancer and I stopped for a walk break and then it really started.
“You should do cross fit”
“It would make you so much stronger”
“You could reach your goals so much quicker”
“There’s a personal trainer every time, you can even talk to him about nutrition”
I listened (because I’m polite)
But inside I was seething…. I hated this conversation on so many levels
It may have been well meaning but it felt like a judgement of who I was without even an attempt at knowing who I am.
You are fat and weak… Do cross fit. It will fix you.
That was the message I got…
And I so wanted to tell the women about the 7 pounds I’d lost in the last three weeks because I quit eating crap at work and how proud I was of that…
And I wanted to tell her about the 5K I ran just last Saturday and almost PR’d (so close)
And I wanted to tell her about how hard it was to work out while I was rehabbing my horse and working 10 hour days but that I’m back doing beach body workouts and getting stronger slowly….
And I wanted to tell her that I do the beach body thing because with my crazy work schedule, raising a guide dog, Isaac’s agility, my pony goals, oh and my family…there just isn’t a class time that would fit (I’ve looked)
And I’m not willing to give up any of it. You only live once and you might as well do it all!
And I wanted to tell her that I am working as hard as I can to reach all of my goals…with what I have…
But instead I just looked at her, got off and took my fat butt back to the barn and hugged my pony
Cause that’s all you can do sometimes. Be happy that your pony doesn’t judge you.
(Unless you forget the carrots)