There is a step outside the gym. My trainer-dude smiles as I attempt to climb it with no rail. I hobble in at 8 AM and trainer-dude is with a class of athletes. I watch while he finishes with them.
My mind beats me up. I see his class. Women. Women I know. From child-hood. Again, my mind beats me up.
I see them ...... Fit. Lean. Strong.
Those words have not described me since I was 18. Now 36.
Trainer-dude waits for them to leave. All of them. He knows my sensitivity. Hands me a kettle bell #1.
Seriously??
Trainer-dude: "You sore?"
Laurie: "Funny! You are funny. You want me to do kettle bells again today? Less than 48 hours since you tore every muscle? I am Laurie Bennett. Remember Tuesday??? Cry-baby-girl. Pass-out-girl! Throw-up-girl? Can-not-walk-today girl??"
I swing the kettle....Ouucchhhh! I swing again. Swing 10 more. Rest. Swing. Swing 10 more. Rest. Wow, I think, it does not hurt as bad. The pain is going away. This might be ok.
No black outs today. No throw up today. No tears.
One hour over, and I did it! YEAH for me!
Trainer-dude: "have a protein shake after your work out today, and I will see you next Tuesday.
I go home, teach the girls their school, and crash in a nap .... a long nap ....
I wake up ... sore again ... too sore again ... here we go again sore again ...
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