My Post-Rio Gym Diary
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Ah, the Summer Olympic Games. For me, it has always been about watching women achieve great things. Women like Simone Biles, Katie Ledecky, and Simone Manuel are making history, and each achievement is that much more meaningful when you take into account the obstacles that female athletes are forced to overcome. Olympians are badass, and tuning in makes me want to free the nipple and run a 10k.
During the Olympics, it’s like a switch flips in my brain. Suddenly, I enter an extreme health phase, during which I eat things like oatmeal and Grape Nuts. I actually put effort into drinking the recommended daily amount of water, which is something that I am notoriously bad at. I find myself wearing athletic clothing in the hope that simply having it on will give me washboard abs. That’s how it works, right?
In this state of mind, I have decided to go to the gym every day this week and record my experience (a revolutionary concept). Sit back, relax, and enjoy my descent into fitness hell.
I am surrounded by lifting bros drenched in sweat, and extremely apprehensive about this foreign environment. Help me.
Praise me! Associate me with fitness! This elliptical is my b*tch. I am glistening.
I ate an apple before coming here. I am so healthy, honest, and pure. I, Sara Crisman, am on the road to personal greatness. Never does it cross my mind that these are normal behaviors for many people. This here is rare for me.
I ran five miles today. Incredible. I must tell everyone. I must buy a more supportive sports bra.
My legs feel as if they have been set on fire by the Olympic torch. Does seamless deliver to this gym?
My desire to treat my body like a temple wanes and I am bouncing back and forth between two versions of myself. Mmm, Celery! My body is a temple! I’m going to sit on the couch all day, watch Real Housewives, and think about my cellulite.
I expected to have binge eaten cake by now, but something is different. Watching the women of the Olympics makes me motivated to make a vital change. I want to be strong and Simone Biles, Katie Ledecky, and Simone Manuel have shown me what true strength and dedication are. I understand the achievements of these Olympic women on a deeper level. I hear the sexist rhetoric that they are combatting, and I can see that it is my duty to be the best version of myself. This has nothing to do with weight, or what my body looks like. It has to do with finally being able to accept my body, love it for all of its flaws, and use it to do great things. If working out is teaching me to love my body, then it is worth every second of discomfort.