I hadn’t even attempted a “boy push up” in years. I just assumed that I should be doing the feminine variety from my knees.
That was until a fitness instructor commanded me to do some push ups from my toes. I hesitated because I didn’t know if I could. But I surely didn’t want to look like a weenie in front of the middle-aged women who were doing them. So I tried. I could do a few.
It was a big deal for me because I realized my mind was holding me back from making progress in my physical goals. After those revelatory push ups, I’ve been able to do a few more at a stretch. I have added confidence to do more reps when I’m lifting weights. I don’t think I’ll look like GI Jane anytime soon, but I do feel stronger. And I even like looking at my arms during kickboxing when I’m throwing a hook. It’s been a while since I could look at my arms without wishing I had on longer sleeves.
I’m not going on a feminist rampage by renaming this type of push up. I’m just reassuring my mind that it’s allowed.
Don’t underestimate what your body is capable of doing. Just get moving and let me know about it.
Look forward to an amazing guest post tomorrow by Gwendolyn Kasnoff. It will make you cry and cheer, a must-read. You can catch a sneak peek of her in this video demonstrating easy, home exercises.