Nothing like testing your confidence in your weight with having a group of elementary girls stand around, trying to guess how much you weigh. Nice. What ever happened to counting how many jelly beans are in the bowl or perhaps the notion that a woman's weight is supposedly a sensitive subject?! I am so over being self conscious of my weight. Ever since the day Junior Mint made me come out in my sports bra and panties from that corner side change room and walk across the club for weigh-in, I've learnt that confidence is key. Moreover no one is responsible for my body but me. Sure my coach helps me and can guide me but ultimately it is my choice to do with it as I seem fitting. So I can either hate it or love it, it's my choice, but it's also solely my responsibility.
Was asked if I was jealous of a particular pretty girl who just started dating one of my K-Crew boys and I said no. She's pretty and I know there are many pretty girls. I don't particularly consider myself pretty, gosh I have blue hair at the moment but I don't care. I am so over pretty. I am a sports girl, pretty doesn't interest me and it surely doesn't intimidate me. When we're in the ring, we both exit it looking a bit rough so looks are nothing. Now a girl that's strong and can go ten rounds or can carry herself triumphfully through a marathon, now that's what I think is attractive. I used to be intimidated by such women but have since then come to respect them, admire their efforts and find inspiration in them. I've got a Hukie who has done the Big Sur marathon -- I haven't done one. And not only did she do a notoriously super hard marathon, she's done it THREE times! That's some fierce competition, woozers. Definitely super inspiring. She's planning to do the half marathon with me in April -- A Day at the Races, Round Three, with Hulk's -- so I am stoked about that.
So far to date, we have 15 participants running as the Hulk Team at the Cheonan Sanglok Marathon on April 27th and I'm so impressed that 9 of them are females -- ya, yah!!! This will be the third year I have brought a large group with me. Two years ago it was Flipside Fitness, last year it was both Flipside Fitness and Hulk's. This year it is just Hulk's Boxing. A company that has approached us about joining forces with them, or so to speak, continues to raise the idea. Now they're trying to get our boxing club to join their company at the race and form one massive team. It's a good idea but ever since we stepped away from Adidas' proposal to wear their stripes louder than our own name, I've been all that prouder to be doing so.
So ya, I have blue hair and instead of being the elephant in the room, or at the club as was my case, I decided to wear a headband. The headband proved to be super warm so I kept it on all day. I didn't have rocked the blue headband after all what's the worst people could have said, "Hey your hair is blue!" Exaclty. I could always come back with a slapstick comment -- "That's 100 more burpees for you Mr!" I can't exactly afford the overpriced cost of getting my hair designer to dye it nor do I care to pay for a colour I didn't even ask for. It's get my hair dyed or pay bills... I'll pay my bills thanks. I don't really care much about my looks to tell you the truth. I am much more interested on working on my body at training than the aesthetics of it or my face.
I suppose I'll have to figure out the colour of my hair now and dig up something pretty to wear because just today I decided to keep the annual Flipside Fitness Glam Girls Nite Out, a White Day celebration, going. This year will be the third year I have hosted the event and it will be at La Cubo like the previous years. I'm optimistic about the event because it'd be really nice to ditch the training clothes and get to mingle in English with some fellow expats. These days if I am not in training clothes than I am probably naked, seriously. Ok, so maybe I might be in a towel but, for the most part, my life is spent in Adidas training clothes. Sounds strange to say this but sometimes I miss being able to get dressed up. Getting dressed up for me now is defined as anything with heels and my wedding ring. I miss the act of taking extra time to pick out something that doesn't depend on whether or not I can comfortably do ten rounds of boxing in. Heels do it for me now though back in the day I used to curse at them. I went grocery shopping in heels the other day, just to feel a little less sporty and more feminine. I don't care whether or not I look pretty, I just miss feeling feminine.
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