Brave

I have been told time and time again how brave I am to compete in a Figure Competition.

I agree, it’s brave.  But its not as brave as when I weighed 70 more pounds and decided to run with Millcreek runners.  I couldn’t run more than 5 minutes without taking a walk break nor could I run up the hills.  Every Tuesday and Thursday night it took all of my womanly courage to be continuously lapped by the fit people in the form fitting clothes while I huffed and puffed along in my baggy sweats.

Training for a bodybuilding competition seems brave to most people because its something they just can’t fathom doing.

But what about all the brave people that get up in the morning and no one notices?  Those are the real heroes.  They don’t have anyone cheering them on and being inspired by their huge gains because it just seems ordinary to the world.

This morning while I was resting in between sets at the YMCA, I noticed a very heavyset young woman working out with weights.  It is not easy to come to the gym and use the free weights around all the skinny, muscular people when you look like that.  You are different than everyone else and stick out like a sore thumb.  Yet, she bravely and confidently went about her work out and I was inspired by her dedication.

Bravery isn’t about doing huge and exciting things.  It’s being scared to do something, but doing it despite the fear.  And that is truly inspirational.

I was inspired this morning.  How have you been brave and inspirational lately?

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Comments

  1. If you see her again you should tell her she’s inspirational. It’s hard for fat people to use free weights, often we just hide on the machines with the other fat people even when we know the free weights are more effective (fun too)

    • I totally thought about telling her how inspirational she was, but I didn’t know how to say it without making it weird. I will come up with a way to say it so that she knows how great she is. 🙂 Thanks Noah!

  2. Sharene Harris says:

    You struck a chord with: “But what about all the brave people that get up in the morning and no one notices? Those are the real heroes. They don’t have anyone cheering them on and being inspired by their huge gains because it just seems ordinary to the world.” I’ve been thinking lately about what kind of impact I am REALLY having on my children. Most days seem mundane, thankless, ordinary. I’m sure most moms have days that feel like this. But then there are the days when my little boy tells me that I look pretty in the green shirt, kisses me, and tells me that he loves me. Those are the “cheers” that keep me inspired to be brave enough to get out of bed and try to be a great mom for one more day, even when it seems no one notices.

    • Sharene! You are so right. Being a mom is a crazy and scary thing, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have that kind of an impact on someone’s life.

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