Sometimes I get scared to try new things because, being Type A+, I have this huge fear of failing and/or “looking stupid.”
This is how I currently feel about weight lifting. I have been wanting to lift for a long time. I know lifting will give me the results I want. I know it will make me stronger, leaner, faster. But I have been avoiding it because I have been afraid to look lost and confused in a sea of iron & testosterone.
But I put on my big girl pants last night and hit the weights — hard. And today I feel great about it — gelatinous but great. I need to remember that everyone (all guys last night) in the weight room is so focused on themselves, they don’t care what I’m doing. And that running alone will only get me so far and I need to change what I’m doing to get different results. And that the squat rack makes me feel like a BAMF.
(Special shout-out & thanks to those that have inspired & helped me take this leap: Mr. 365, Ms. NewIdentity-Athlete and, especially, Ms. Running (& Doing Epic Shit) with Guts.)









