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Day 210
Pollyanna feelings on the sunny bike ride into work. As darkness falls and rain gathers, and gloomy news comes in from the home front, one's blessings seem to blur around the edges a little, but one can still count them. I'm still pondering, as I sit eating Dairy Milk (pesky work colleagues) at my desk, the 'getting women out there' issue.
Personal trainers of my acquaintance use the word 'awesome' a lot. Their enthusiasm is so all-enveloping, their commitment so total, you wonder what they're like when they come to rest, sitting alone in their bedrooms. Of course they must experience moments of self-doubt, mornings when the desire to roll over and go back to sleep is overwhelming, mid-mornings when the chocolate digestives seem too alluring to ignore, dark, cold evenings when the lean protein and kale cuts an unappetising figure in the face of a quick diversion to the chippy. Perhaps they sometimes give into the urge to indulge. Perhaps being a Personal Trainer gives you the wherewithal to turn a chiselled cheek to the temptations of the flesh. Certainly, if you have rock hard abdominals, you only have to lift your moisture-wicking T shirt to remind you what you have to do to keep them toned, and that doesn't include a fish supper and a few pints, followed by Ben & Jerry ice cream in a drunken fug of self loathing. Conversely, if you don't dare lift your T, for fear of the belly you'll see, and if going for a walk makes you breathless, hurts your chest, makes your thighs sore from rubbing together, and your heart sore because you're afraid that people are staring at you....no wonder it's easier to stay indoors and make yourself feel better in non heart pumping ways.
These are the people that need to take the first steps, with encouragement and understanding, and perhaps without use of the word 'awesome'.
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