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My Body Will Never Look Like Hers
But it will always be mine.
She was a gymnast. You can tell. She’s compact with muscles built over years of training as an athlete. Her physique is amazing. Every time I see her training someone at the gym I always wonder why I can’t just look like that.
The answer’s pretty obvious. It’s because I’m not her. I will never look like her. I’m me. Simple.
I’m not built like a gymnast. I remember when I was a kid taking classes with my sister. I also remember someone saying I was too tall to be a gynmast. I, however, was not too tall to be a swimmer. Long and lanky works to your advantage in that arena.
While she looks like a gynmast, I look like a swimmer. My muscles are stretched tight. I have zero flexability. Me doing yoga looks like an injured flamingo has recently ingest crack cocaine in one way or another. I have the wingspan of a condor. But, my arms and back show the strength of my years.
There is no way I am ever going to have that super athletic build about me. I have become the middle aged version of willowy.
I workout with a group of women, all of us in our 40s. We’re at an age where our…
