Every now and then I come across something that triggers insta-rage. Today it was this link, exhorting that women go to the gym because they want to have bodies like the ones shown in the photos (and that men go to the gym to ogle those bodies).
Wrong.
Here’s why I go to the gym… and run, and play tennis, and eat well, and appreciate the luxury of having a healthy body…
My mother, Lorraine Marrington, spent almost a decade in chronic pain. She endured rounds of chemo and radiation and, near the end of her life, she could barely stand.
My mom’s final and greatest lesson to me was to never take my health for granted.
I don’t go to the gym to get a bitchin’ bikini body. I don’t go to the gym so men can ogle my ass.
I go to the gym because one day it might be me in that hospital bed. Until then, every drop of sweat is a victory, and every victory is dedicated to my mom.
Why do you go to the gym?
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Ok then. I’ll sign up :). Are there any guarantees I’ll look like you?
As long as you walk out feeling like I do when I walk out, that’s all that matters. 😉