The thoughts behind this post have been percolating for months and I guess the chance to win a cool t-shirt is the motivation I needed to write it. What?! I love free stuff! (Ok, so maybe I inherited my Dad’s cheap gene).
Over the summer and early fall I read several articles about moms who work out. Angela from Happy Fit Mama was mentioned in a Wall Street Journal post that had a slew of backlash. Her follow up post is here. It has links to the original post as well as another post about a dad who spends a lot of time working out. There were also some articles I won’t even look up to link to, partially because I don’t want to subject myself to them again but mainly ’cause I don’t want them to get even 1 more viewer. Nasty stuff about moms caring more about how they look in skinny jeans than they care about their kids etc. And that’s just the articles. The comments, now that’s where people seem to feel free to unleash their vicious side. Yeah, ick.
So when this opportunity came up, I started writing:
I work out because I want my girlie to grow up to be a strong, independent, healthy woman. I weight train because I want her to know that women can be strong, and powerful. I weight train because in a few years I want her to understand that muscles are infinitely sexier than bones. I run because I want her to know that sometimes there are hills and humid afternoons and chilly mornings and the feeling of beating them is ever so much better than the feeling of defeat. I want her to know that the feeling of defeat is a hell of a lot better than the feeling of not trying. I run because getting out there and having a great run after a bad run is better than just having a great run. I practice yoga because my head is in a better space and I’m a better mom walking out of the studio than walking in. I practice yoga because I want my girlie to breathe through her strain, to stop and listen and really look at the world. I practice yoga because I want her to learn to be still, really still, amidst the chaos of this world.
I work out because I want my girlie to grow up to be a strong, independent, healthy woman and the only way I can see to make that happen is to be the example.
I work out because when she is that strong, independent, healthy woman I want to be there to see it.