But also because of vanity.
The other day, after working out, I noticed something strange.
How other people look when they exercise:
Makeup in place.
Hair all coiffed.
Cute outfit on.
And then, there's me:
Cheeks flushed, hair is a mess, sweat running all over the place, and clothes that definitely do not pass for cute.
Sometimes, I wear my holey shirt to the gym.
Not holy. But, holey.
I know we're not supposed to compare ourselves to others but I couldn't help it.
I looked at the other women in the gym and I was in awe of how they do it.
But then, I noticed:
Perhaps I'm comparing myself to the wrong demographic.
In all other areas of my life I have to compete with men.
Why stop now?
Although, the sweat monster in me will win on all fronts, always.
It's a special gift I inherited from my dad.