…and the weights are hitting back, dangitall..
OK, that was cheesy, stop booing. I always feel a little odd lifting free weights at the gym, in a largely male-dominated area of said gym. When I say odd, I mean there’s a funny rebellious flavor to it, like I’ve snuck somewhere where I’m not supposed to be. I was raised in a family who looked down on the idea of women having much in the line of power. Any mention of strength training would cause my female relatives to wrinkle their noses and shake their heads in disapproval….after all, a *lady* did *not* want nasty muscles. They would even lower their voices when they said it, like it was a dirty little secret. Male relatives either didn’t say anything, or they would smile indulgently, generally expecting this to be a passing phase. This attitude bled into other areas as well….I was expected to walk gracefully (think book on the head), dress like a little priss, and act in a soft and demure manner. “Don’t be so outspoken!”
I’m making my family sound much worse than they are. They really believed they were doing the best possible thing for me. They just clung to a dated and pointless standard of behavior. Ironically, they are largely responsible for my turning into an adult who puts considerable value on independence, strength of body and mind, and who expects to be heard when I speak. Though I’ve rebelled against most of what I was raised to become, family has more or less come to accept it. So though it feels a little wierd to sit on a bench between two guys and do my lifts, I smile and relish the moment.
Workout:
- Type: Strength Training
- Date: 06/22/2008
- Time: 07:00:00
- Total Time: 00:45:00.00