I find myself the last person back in the gym, after the “passive” recovery run around the parking lot. As I round the corner, sucking air, there is Neal owner/trainer.
“Did you know I ran a half-marathon once?” I say to him.
“Well we all have our peaks and valleys.” He says.
But in his mind, he’s probably saying, “Great, but what are you doing now?”
Trying to convince you that I once mattered?
There are very few older women that go to my gym. Most of them look college age to mid-30’s. And it’s probably because the workouts are pretty fucking hard, why would some 55-year-old, out of shape, slightly overweight woman even want to subject herself to that kind of torture? Lack of stylish work out gear, worn out bladder, abs of rubber…
Did I mention I ran a half marathon once, jumped out of an airplane, climbed a few mountains? I am totally into sort of hardish challenges.
That five second conversation with Neal prompted me to ask:
What am I trying to prove and for who?
What do I care what Neal thinks? I mean he’s a nice man and all, but does my trying to convince him that I was at one time in really great shape matter?
If you are trying to prove something to others, you are focused on the wrong things
I only have to convince myself.
The things you do, who are they for?
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