Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Battle of the Sexes

I want to take today’s post to reflect on the many reasons why life is hard for a girl who lifts. Guys, please take note and think about the following the next time you’re exponentially sore from training.

1. You don’t know hard until you have to blow dry your hair after an arm day. Today, I focused on biceps, chest and back and I had to rest my arm on my vanity to apply mascara. My arms were shaking so bad I could only muster the strength to lather and rinse! Does anyone really repeat anyway? The absolute worst is blow drying your hair. You have to hold an object that is approximately 2-3 lbs. above your head, moving it up and down all while using your other arm to coordinate the brush. Everyone is lucky I was able to put clothes on by the end of the getting ready routine despite my limp arms.

2. Squats mimic sitting and we have to sit to pee. You try going to the bathroom 100 times a day from all the water you’re supposed to consume and have to do a squat not only to sit down but then you have to get back up. Sometimes it feels like my quad muscles are ripping open and I find myself just sitting there praying that I’ll be able to stand back up.

3. Don’t even get me started on high heels. As a professional, I wear heels to work on a near-daily basis. Climbing up the stairs to my 2nd floor office in heels after a leg or glute day is torture. I often picture myself conducting business on my laptop from the bottom step as people scurry past me. I’ll send an e-mail to the entire building with the following subject line, “Sarah? Working from the stairwell because it was leg day at the gym today.”

4. I have really long hair so I have to wear a bun to the gym every day because a ponytail always gets in the way. It gets stuck under the barbell when I’m trying to do squats, it sways into my face when I’m in spin class and it gets a frizzy mess when my body temperature rises. A bun has its cons, too. Today, I was running on the treadmill after arms and all of a sudden it started raining bobby pins out of my head. My bun was coming undone and that’s never a good look.

In all seriousness though, while these things are true and cross my mind daily, I love becoming stronger every day. I also love that my gym has the same amount of women in the weights area as it does men. Lifting weights doesn’t mean that you’ll become bulky, which is a common fear of women. It’s super empowering to be strong and my goal has never been to be skinny. I want to be fit. Because being fit will help me to not die first in the Hunger Games.

Since today is Wednesday, it’s time for my Supa Proud award of the week, which I am giving to my quads. I’ve worked hard to gain the definition I have in these babies. I would like to thank my parents, my gene pool, for giving me lean legs. I’m working toward developing my quad and hamstring muscles further so I can eventually gain quad separation. Break out the Daisy Dukes!

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