|I am one strong mama!|
I let it all out at the gym (called "the box" by most Crossfitters but that just seems strange to me). One Wednesday last fall I was talking to my dad on the way to Crossfit, listening to him tell me about what happened with his second cousin who died a few days prior. Danny had been a strong man, and a man who was proud to be physically strong. Yet a few months before he passed away, Dad said that Danny could barely lift a 3 pound weight. Though his mental state had deteriorated, Danny knew how wimpy a 3 pound weight was. I hung up and walked in to Crossfit feeling grateful. Grateful for how strong I was, today. I had this day.
And so I let it all out. The workout that day was simple: swinging a 35 pound kettlebell 50 times, run 800 meters, then swing that kettlebell 50 more times. In real life I'm not supposed to say if I won or lost. But I'm telling you: I killed that workout. I finished first, ahead of all the other women and ahead of all the men. One guy was close to me, and at the end, as we both lay heaving on the gross rubber mats, he said, "Next time, Kate."
I looked at him and laughed. "That's what you said last time, Bret." We both laughed.
|Plus I wear cool socks. Because...well...why not?!|
Working out hard makes me feel grateful for this body I have. Grateful for the three kids it carried and birthed without a single complication. Grateful for the three children it provided milk for one year each. Grateful for the marathons it has allowed me to finish. Grateful for the long hikes it has guided me through. (Grateful, too, for the years of living abroad and putting up with sketchy Indian and Thai food and avoiding all parasites, but...that's another story.)
Why do I workout? To take a break from being everything to everyone and just centering myself and finding the mental and physical strength to do more pull ups than I ever thought I could do, or get over 100 pounds over my head, or whatever crazy stuff my trainers put in front of us. It makes me feel capable, strong, and grateful.
And then I go back to carpool, to my mom life, but I still feel the power within me.