Tomorrow I have my first private training session. Will asked me what my goals were. I wasn't quite sure.
Any reasonable person would look at me and think, "Why is that skinny girl even bothering with this challenge? She doesn't need to lose weight/work out/eat better/get stronger/[insert other goal here]." Sometimes I wonder myself what I hope to accomplish because the answers seem so odd.
What do I want to do? Squat 185 pounds. Deadlift 225. Complete a sub 10:00 Helen and get 15 rounds of Cindy.
Why does a suburban housewife and mother need to accomplish all these things? There's no rational explanation for it. Maybe it's because my body is one of the last remaining things I can control, and working out is one of the last purely selfish activities I can take part in. Everything else is subject to others - my husband, my child, my boss.
Why do I want to be able to squat 185 pounds? Because I can. That's reason enough.
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