One of the curious side effects of living a Fit Life is the negativity from those not partaking in it. I am very public with my love of fitness and my desire to share this lifestyle – and this has been deemed offensive by some who choose not to do so. There are those who wish to sabotage progress, undermine confidence, and question intent. To those naysayers, I simply say, “Pffft.”
I mean, come on. Why does my workout/healthy eating/event training offend you? And if you find it so repulsive, why do you follow me? I mean, other than the fact that I’m witty, gorgeous, and incredibly intelligent?
I have been told that I am overtraining and am unaware of the correct training methods. Uh huh. Fortunately, I know better. I am lucky to retain the knowledge I gleaned during my years as a CERTIFIED personal trainer and aerobics instructor. I may not be an expert, but I have a very good grasp of appropriate training levels, and what I am unsure of, I research. What I most enjoy is that these statements are often issued by people who have little or no knowledge themselves (nor do they have a desire to learn). They seem to be of the opinion that if they want a statement to be true, it simply is. Poor, poor other-people-who-know-little.
Another popular method of undermining confidence of strong women? The “you’ll bulk up and look like a man” approach. Of course (slapping my forehead and rolling my eyes)! If you train rigorously and enthusastically, you will no longer be feminine! You’d better back off…before whatever Napolean making this statement starts to feel threatened by his own lack of physical strength…Seriously. As women, we DO NOT bulk up. We lean out. Please, strength train. Do more push ups than that guy next to you. If you’re lucky like me, that guy will high five you for progress and compliment your newly ripped arms. Because that’s what real men do.
I find myself amused as well by the “it’s just a phase” routine. Because, I’m guessing, we women don’t have the stick-to-it-iveness to, well, stick with it. Must be one hell of a phase. Just as long as your know-everything-about-everything-without-really-knowing-anything phase? Because I have a feeling that’s not really a phase, either…Fitness has been a part of my life since my teen years. It became a serious focus again over the past year as I decided to return to my prior career. This “phase” is leading me back to college, a new business, and recertification. (psst…I think your phase is leading you to social awkwardness and lonliness…)
And, no, I do not work out and eat “rabbit food” simply to fit into a certain size. Looking fabulous is a very pleasant bonus, but not a reason. I exercise for strength, health, and to train for specific events. No, I am not running too far. Those distances are building towards a marathon and are part of a plan designed by perhaps the most well known running guru ever (Jeff Galloway). The cross training is not overly intense. It will be the reason I can scale walls, crawl through mud, and leap obstacles during my Spartan Race. The best reason of all? I am a role model. Four little pairs of eyes are watching how I live my life. I prefer to not watch life from the sidelines.
So much negativity can be daunting if you allow it. Lucky for me, I know better than to believe it. Plus, I am blessed to have a bevy of cheerleaders rooting for me. I love the surprise messages in my inbox telling me I have inspired someone else to get moving and do something healthful. It spurs me on with a smile on my sweaty face. Although, I must admit, those bashers can certainly push me through a workout, too. Nothing adds to a good TurboFire punch or kick like imagining the face of someone who has told me I can’t do it.
You’ll shut me down with a push of your button?
But you, I’m out and I’m gone
I’ll tell you now, I keep it on and on”