I’m so sore from training, both in the good way, and also the “almost 40” way. And I keep thinking about how different my body would feel now if I’d been told that strength train was a thing women could do when I was younger. I will never not be angry about this.
As a kid in the 80’s and 90’s, the fitness options were all cardio. I hated running. My parents couldn’t afford martial arts, which I wanted to try. I quit basketball for theater in 8th grade because of bullying (I wore my dad’s old shoes and couldn’t pay for tanning and waxing).
It wasn’t until my late thirties that I started strength training seriously. And I love it so much. Along with boxing, I finally feel like I’ve found what makes my body happy. I have friends who have been runners since middle school. I wish I’d been training all that time, too.
The one thing I’d go back and tell high school me is: “LIFT.” Lift to feel powerful, strong, and resilient.
I may be almost forty, but my goal is to be able to crush a 🍉 between my thighs before 41.
(My training gym does virtual sessions, including strength and boxing, and I have a setup at home, with floor mats, a TRX, a bench, and some weights. I haven’t gone into the gym since March.)
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