I liked that she was soccer-playing, child-raising, Muslim woman in the profession of sport writing. That spoke volumes; volumes echoed in three words on her business card. "I smash assumptions".
I'm confident that with greater representation of different skin tones, body types, ages and interests, more females would see themselves and the possibilities for themselves. FACES OF FITNESS: Black History Edition is all about taking the limits off ourselves and off one another.
Regardless of how far you go, if you're an everyday woman training hard and pushing your limits, chances are you've experienced some of these 10 struggles, triumphs and truths about training.
I lay still, exhaling through pursed lips until I could wince myself up onto the sofa. I unfisted my eyes to look at my hand. My right pinky had swelled into a lopsided stack of blueberries. I'd never seen such an ugly shade to my skin. Worse yet, I couldn't move my finger at all. My mind leaped to the petrifying place any athlete or gym rat's would. "Oh no, my training!"
It wasn't just the trashing of spoiled underwear every month. It was the stained sheets. It was the stealth moves to the women's washroom at work. It was the awkward moments mid-stretch with male trainers. And it was most certainly the tiresome exercise of standing in the Shopper's Drug Mart aisle, piecing together the required assortment of regular, super, super plus and 'active' protection without hemorrhaging dollars from my spending budget.