It's tough getting out there. On the gym floor, out on a bike or just anywhere in workout clothes. It's not that I'm embarrassed, perhaps a little bit, but it's the jealousy that really hurts.
There's always some one better, bigger, stronger, and it hurts. Especially when I was younger, a bit more as I got older but now I'm an adult. I should be in control. I should be making the right decision, the one that benefits me not the one that makes me feel jealous or that tiny bit of embarrassment that creeps up my neck and rips through my eyes.
They're there though and the only thing you can do is get passed it. If you want to do those pushups like that guy on the floor by those large, heavy weights, then you have to start now. Want to look thin like a runner, start now.
I want to be where they are at but they've been at it longer. Practicing while I make excuses. So today I start. I practice by following my goals and training towards them. I practice parkour when I can, I ride my bike even if it's cold and I tell the rain to shut its face because it's not stopping me from running.
I can do a pull-up. I can kill push-ups with ease and no matter what I still get jealous, but behind me there's probably someone looking at me with the same green eyes. Someone who can't do a pull-up or push themselves off the ground with the ease that I can. And even though someone is better than me, I'll better than someone else. I have been working out for 3 whole years and with that came some skill and strength. I just got to keep at it and tell myself, "They're better and that's okay!"
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