Whoever put this picture together clearly has a very different workout experience to mine, because I call bullsh*t.
Personally, I feel prettiest when I’m clean, warm, and wrapped up in someone hunky.
Being all sweaty makes me feel like a bad-ass. One pumped mo-fo ready to take on the world.
If you see a sweaty Amy, she is likely high (on endorphins). I recommend running away – after waving from a distance – lest you be sucked in for a sweaty hug to share in the euphoria. Scrap that, you could probably just walk – she won’t be able to chase you with her post-workout jelly legs.
Since when is working out about being feminine – or as the above picture puts it – pretty? For me, it’s about that feeling of empowerment that comes from knowing that you’re making yourself a better person.
I am female. At times I feel feminine. But when I’m sweaty, exhausted, and high on endorphins I feel like a person to be reckoned with. Woman, yes. Human being working toward prime conditioning, yes. Feminine, not so much.
That being said, it’s a feeling quite unlike anything else – and my 5:50am alarm for the gym is me putting my ‘money where my mouth is’ (so to speak).