I’m a fairly self conscious person, so it’s kind of surprising how at the gym, I somehow always feel like I’m the only person there, or like I’m invisible, cloaked in a tarp of back sweat and the dust from lightly salted almonds and gently used old navy active wear. But this morning, I was Seen. An older man clocked me on a break between (lady) push ups, and said to me, with great sincerity, WAY TO GO, WONDERWOMAN! And I was moved. I mean, it is was MOVING. I suddenly felt like I could do at least another seven to eight (lady) push ups. It’s not often, by which I mean never at all, that I think of myself as physically Strong. Older Man at the gym: thank you for seeing me. OKAY, OFF TO LIFT BUILDINGS OFF OF CARS. 

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