Summer 08 Contest Prep

If I were feeling a little more lawless, I’d gather all the copies of Cosmo and Seventeen, douse them in kerosene, and strike a match.  I’d throw in reams of print ads from Calvin Klein and watch with delight as Kate Moss’ stick-thin image was reduced to carbon.  I’d add copies of Shape and Runner’s World until the flames reached toward the heavens, and then I’d crank call the editorial desk at Muscle and Fitness until they stopped publishing pictures of women on steroids.

I’d get the master tapes of America’s Next Top Model and dub over them with “Nasty Girls”, broadcasting the results on every television station in America.  I’d skywrite “CrossFit.com” across the Boston skyline, and gently admonish the hoards of long distance runners trotting along the Charles River—with a bullhorn.

I’d take every woman with mass media-induced ideals of beauty, and I’d show them what it really means to be beautiful. 

Beautiful women are strong and powerful.  They are athletes, capable of every feat under the sun.  They have muscles, borne of hard work and sweat.  They gauge their self-worth through accomplishments, not by the numbers on the bathroom scale.  They understand that muscle weighs more than fat, and they love the fact that designer jeans don’t fit over their well-developed quads. 

They know that high repetitions using light weights is a path to mediocrity, and “toning” is a complete and utter myth.  They refuse to succumb to the marketers that prey on insecurity, leaving the pre-packaged diet dinners and fat-burning pills on the shelf to pass their expiration date.

Beautiful women train with intensity.  They derive self-image from the quality of their work and their ability to excel, and they wouldn’t be caught dead with a vinyl pink dumbbell.  They move iron, they do pull-ups, they jump, sprint, punch, and kick, and they use the elliptical machine—as a place to hang their jump rope. 

They spend their weekends in sport, climbing walls, winning races, and running rivers.  They laugh as they sprint circles around the unschooled, turning the image-obsessed into benchwarmers.  Beautiful women don’t care if they’re soaked in sweat and covered in dirt, if their nails are chipped or their hair out of place.  They care only about quality of life. 

Beautiful women are happy, healthy, and strong, and they’re right there beside me, tossing conventional beauty on the ever-growing flames of what used to be. 

Shamelessly stolen from www.crossfitvb.com

the only way you could pretend this is related is because it happened right after my workout

i was blowdrying my hair this morning and the hair dryer caught on fire.  my reaction:  laugh and stress over how to style my half-wet hair for work.  never mind the sparks shooting off the hair dryer in my hand.

OH well.  guess i get to go buy a new one.

let’s see if i have any fans…head over here and vote for me

http://www.twentyandhot.com/profile.php?viewProfile=14764675

Right now I’m studying to be certified as a personal trainer, planning on auditioning for a modern dance performance in Richmond, prepping for photoshoots and a competition, and trying to start learning fitness strength and flexibility moves as well as train for women’s tri-fitness next spring.

All while working a full-time big-girl job.

And considering starting grad school in January.

Am I crazy?  No wonder I have no life!  HA!

This Saturday I’m competing in a small local show, kind of as a warm up for the Kumite Classic.  My boyfriend can’t come.  All my navy friends are gone.  I don’t really want to ask a neighbor or coworker to spend all day sitting around an HS auditorium with me.  I had decided I would just go it alone and make the most out of the experience…

 Well I found out that my mom is on her way to Virginia to help me out!  This is huge.  My mom doesn’t really like driving on highways, over bridges, in tunnels, and long distances by herself (with good reasons, long story).  Anyway, she’s venturing out on the 300 mile drive from Allentown all by herself, just to support me at this dinky little show this weekend!  (Or maybe she just misses my dog!).  I can’t believe she’s going to do this for me, I almost cried.  She’s just the best mom.

 I’m so glad I have her and Brian.  This sport is so challenging, what would I do without a support system like that?  I owe her SOOO much.  Please keep her in your prayers today that her trip goes smoothly.