Yesterday, a couple interesting tweets came across my radar. This morning, as I walked into work, I thought more about them both. I got a tad distracted when a woman in scrubs blew cigarette smoke in my face. I thought, “Maybe I should finally write about how much smoking bothers me.” It doesn’t just bother me like a buzzing fly bothers me. It bothers me like running over a kitten with a lawnmower would bother me. But I don’t think now is the time for this asthmatic runner to rant about smoking.
Another time, perhaps. Really, you don’t want to get me started.
I’m beginning to realize every situation is a learning experience.
I didn’t let the lady in the scrubs steal my sunshine. I continued my walk into work with a smile on my face. I even said “Good Morning” to a couple. It’s amazing how fast and easily negative energy can swoop in. But positive energy can just as easily and quickly be let out into the world.
Just an observation.
Now, let’s discuss two things: mean girls and excuses.
Meanness sucks. Stop judging.
Apparently word is spreading that it’s not cool to workout in gear that someone else has deemed unsuitable for you. Want the scoop? Read it here.
To that, I say: butt out. Pun intended.
What I or anyone else wears is none of your business. I personally wouldn’t run in booty shorts, but that doesn’t stop me from admiring the women in confidence who tackle their runs in them. If you’re out there every day, striving to one-up your personal best (be it 30 seconds or 30 miles), you deserve to wear whatever is going to get you to the next milestone and celebratory moment.
The most important thing I’ve learned since starting my 10k training is that it’s all a mental game.
Overcoming fatigue, boredom, doubt… Heck, you got to do what you got to do to make every workout feel like the most amazing and liberating experience. At least, that’s how I feel. And if running in a cute, low-cut tank is going to get me there, so be it.
Me, I aspire to one day have the confidence to set out in Bermuda-style running shorts and a sports bra. No cover up. Just confidence.
Some people may look at me on any given day and disagree with something. My hair color, my tattoos, my choice of eye shadow. I don’t care. I’m not living for those other people. I’m living for me.
It’s not cool being mean. So cut it out.
And it’s not cool to make excuses. Let’s talk about that now, shall we?Yesterday Katy Widrick (who I finally met in person at the Healthy Living Summit – what a cool gal!) posted something that had me wanting to stand up with 1,000 amen’s.
People who make excuses but then envy – vocally – your healthy lifestyle are people who need to either stop making excuses and get to moving, or they need to own the fact that something in their life is preventing them from changing. Either way, it’s belittling and frustrating to hear others openly admire someone who has worked their butt off to get healthy when they’re just going to continue sticking both hands in the Cheetos.
So, let’s recap –
There is always going to be someone who judges what you wear. Pay them no mind. If you’re out there working out – heck, running in bikini bottoms that make you feel strong and capable – then keep doing your thing. You have to do what you need to do to keep the motivation and inspiration alive.
Excuses and excuse makers are part of life. For those of us who have worked hard to overcome our personal excuses, we are tired of people telling us they wish they could have what we have. Uhm, they can. You can. We all can. Even the guy in the next cubicle. It’s a matter of choice.
Today, tomorrow, each moment at a time — I choose to be active and healthy. I ain’t going back to my old ways of making excuses at every turn, picking up fast food burgers on the drive home, or feeling like I was a passive spectator in my own life.
Stephanie (a.k.a. Skinny Jeans) shared wise words with me recently: Just put on your shoes.
It’s effort, but it’s worth in. When in doubt, just push through it.
It takes strength and commitment every single day not to cave to cravings of ice cream. Or to not indulge when the moment presents itself. I’m talking to you, brownies and pitchers of craft beer. But what matters most is to keep your perspective. Remember who you once were and how you felt. Remember what you’ve accomplished, big feats and small. That woman on the couch with her hands in the Cheetos? She deserves better.