After almost three weeks of misery, I’m finally coming out of my COVID fog, which means I’m back in my happy place—the gym.
If you know me, you know I’m a #gymgirlie through and through, and I’m currently in my Y-girl era. If I don’t get to lift and do some form of cardio six days a week (I begrudgingly limit myself to a walk or hike on my rest day), I’m mean.
Working out isn’t just something I do; it’s part of who I am.
I know I talk about fitness and health a lot, but there is one topic I’ve shied away from—until now. No one talks about it, so I will. I’m going to say the quiet part out loud …
When I work out, I sweat. A LOT.
I don’t glisten. I don’t sparkle. I don’t glow. I full on sweat. So much so that my tops change colors and I often look like I peed myself. (Confession: Sometimes that happens, too, but mostly it’s just crotch sweat.)
I should probably be embarrassed about the amount of sweat I generate when I’m working out—it is kinda alarming—but I’m not. It proves I’m working hard. And besides, I’m not in the gym to impress anyone; I’m there to get strong.
Now if I was just strong enough to pull my soggy leggings back up after using the bathroom mid-workout or take my soaked sports bra off post-workout …That struggle is real (#iykyk)! But a gym girlie can dream.
—LJDT
