How many times do I have to say it?
I feel like a broken record. So many women are still afraid to lift heavy weights, and I’m not really sure why. We had a trainer come in today, she’s awesome by the way, and Jason wanted her to use the 20kg for TGUs and Snatches. She totally had it in her, but she was nervous and unsure of herself. Once she successfully completed reps of each movement on each arm she said, “I tell my women clients all the time to use heavier weights and then here I am not doing it myself until someone tells me to.”
It’s as simple as getting through everyday life. If I had to wait for someone else to help me carry in the dog food or to open a jar lid that was screwed on too tight, both my dog and I would go hungry. (Not that I eat food that comes in a jar.) Who wants their life to stop because thay can’t do something? Certainly not me.
Just the other day I bought a four draw filing cabinet (that wasn’t put together already.) I let one of the sales people scoot the long rectangular box out to my car and load it. Thank you. I honestly didn’t think it was that heavy, but then I got home and had to move the damn thing myself.
Once I got it out of the car, I had to travel about 30 feet, then up a flight of stairs, around two corners, and finally another 15 feet to my office. This thing was not only heavy but awkward, I must have stopped and cursed at it a few dozen times. Honestly, it’d still be sitting in the back of my car if I was 80% or more of the single female population.
Point being, if you can’t make it through daily life what purpose is there? If you can’t pick up your kid to give them a hug, hoist around a few bags of mulch to make the flower bed look nicer, or more simply than that just stand up for yourself, what’s the point? What’s the point of leading such a sheltered life where someone has to do something so simple as carrying in the dog food for you?
I don’t want that. I never will. And neither should you. Stand up for yourself.