This post is going to be a bit more of a rant than usual.
I was at the gym this morning, minding my own business waiting for my kickboxing class to start when I overheard an interesting conversation. Two women and a man talking a lot of rubbish about someone in the class.
For background purposes, the man was chubby, did not look healthy at all. The two women were in ok shape, but like most of us, still needed to do a lot of work before one would say that they looked “good”. The woman they were talking rubbish about – let’s just say that she had the kind of body that most people love to hate.
She was lean and tall, super-fit, but not in an obnoxious gym-rat/muscular kind of way. She could have used a little bit more tits-and-arse, but other than that – she was perfection. Literally. And from the minute I could make out the conversation happening 2 feet away from me, I knew that they were talking about HER, she stands out that much. Here is what I can remember of their conversation.
“She takes it way too seriously”.
“She really goes at it and does all the moves.”
“I see her in the neighborhood and she’s just as serious”
“She doesn’t even break a sweat.”
“She always looks perfect, like she’s not even working at it.”
“But she is, she doesn’t smile, she’s horrible.”
“She thinks she’s so good.”
I couldn’t help but listen. It was fascinating. Here were three people, who obviously needed to be in the class, talking rubbish about someone who could lead the class. The instructor even asked us to follow the “perfect” woman to get the steps. I’ve seen this lady before in the class. And she totally rocks it. She’s totally into it. She’s there to bust her ass.
I’m pretty sure she over heard bits and pieces of the preceding conversation. As I moved away from the blob and his friends towards her, I was super-tempted to say two things:
1. Would her dropping her standard of excellence make you feel better about yourself?
2. Who are you to make her want to drop her standards, why should YOUR opinion impact HER excellence.
(Oh, and I also wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up).
But, being as I am a LADY, I ignored them. I made the decision to align myself with excellence – a goal for 2015. I was going to do everything she did, just as well, or die trying. So, that kind of worked for like the first 40mins then … I thought I was going to die! She was on it. And they were right, she was flushed yes, but she was NOT sweating. Perfection.
As a result, I think I got a bloody good work-out this morning. The blob and his friends fought to keep up, and stood in puddles of their own sweat. Instead of being inspired by her, instead of working harder, they appeared to choose to do less and judge her for doing the most. No bueno.
I could have joined in their bashing. Like I said, I totally understand why this lady inspires awe and ridicule. But I chose to use her for inspiration. Instead of thinking – who does she think she is? I thought, fuck yeah, I want to look just like her (only with more tits-and-arse). It all comes down to perception and choices.
Do you see excellence and hate it because it makes you realize just how you are lacking. Or do you see excellence and think – maybe if I do what she does I’ll also improve?
Choose wisely ladies.
By the way, there were many other people working their butts off during the class, and something amazing happened at the end. The instructor added an extra 10mins of abs. Every person who I had observed working really hard during the class stayed for this session. These tended to be the folks with the best physiques. The blob and his friends left. “Nuff said.
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