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Why Do I Workout

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Let’s be hon­est.  I don’t look like this when I exer­cise.  First, I turn bright red.  Not reg­u­lar red…seriously, boiled lob­ster, “is that woman hav­ing a stroke” bright red.  Sec­ond, I sweat…a lot!  It drips off my nose.  It runs down my back.  Even my knees get sweaty.  But the truth is, I don’t care.  I don’t look around dur­ing class.  I don’t com­pare myself to other peo­ple.  I don’t tell myself I’m not good enough.

For one hour, 3 to 5 times a week I’m not: too fat, too old, too busy, too tired or too lazy.  I’m not: Liza Raley, Delaney’s mom or Cameron’s mom.  I’m not: not good enough or not impor­tant enough.

I am bright red.  I am sweaty.  I am happy.

 

 

 

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