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.