Since I began working with Coach Jon back in November, I’ve been hitting up the strength and mobility gym sessions on most Thursdays. I have come to enjoy these, but they always push me past my comfort zone. For example, today’s box jumps intimidated me so much I didn’t even try a single one until I was given a shorter box. Most of the time I try what is put in front of me, but today, I just didn’t have the confidence to slam my shins into a box in front of others. (I promise I’ll try it one of these days!)
Sometimes I feel quite uncoordinated and goofy in comparison to the pro and elite athletes that Jon also coaches. I always wonder where the other “normal” people are. But then again, I’m not that “normal” myself. Normal people don’t get up at 5 AM to drive 40 minutes to get their butts kicked and risk looking like an idiot on a weekly basis.
I’m no stranger to body and confidence issues. There are days I wake up, look at myself, and think, “You are doing something right, Beth.” And there are days I think, “Yikes, those thighs are looking jiggly.”
On most Wednesday nights, I plan my workout gear the night before and set it up in the guest room so I don’t wake the S.O. (I hate being woken up, even though he doesn’t get stabby like me when I wake him up.) I recently purchased a new pair of capri’s and have worn them to volunteer at a Best Damn Race. They are “super cute” and I loved the color and fit. I selected those for today’s sweat session and headed out the door, confident and ready to work.
As we got warmed up and began to sweat I noticed the crotch of my pants darkening. At this point I’m pretty sure only I noticed and was hopeful that it would stop there. But, nope. It just kept spreading. NO, I wasn’t peeing myself, I was sweating. Yes, the good old crotch sweat. This started forming what we call “unfortunate sweat patterns” and it then definitely became visible to everyone on my team, as well as, I’m sure everyone else at the gym. Those poor, innocent bystanders.
Instead of trying to hide it, I embraced the crotch sweat. Sweating is part of what happens when you are busting your
crotch ass. It’s not something to be ashamed of and lord knows some, if not most of you, are nodding your heads, saying, “Mmhmm, girl. That had happened to me too one time.” It became a funny joke with the rest of my group. It made me glad that I workout with folks who can make me feel at ease about these “discombobulated” things that happen to me oh so frequently.
I consider this photo to be my #keepingitreal picture because crotch sweat is about as real as you can get.
|Oh, you know, just hanging out.|
I’m hopeful this doesn’t turn into a meme and go viral. (You know like, “Pees pants and stands like Captain Morgan” or something.) And, I’m never wearing those pants to workout in again. Hey! I want to keep it real, just maybe not with these pants!