You Are Allowed Not to Like Things
You’re just not entitled to act like a jerk about it
My closest female friend and I started working with a personal trainer in an attempt to learn some weightlifting skills in preparation for sculpting our bodies in time for Hot Girl Summer 2020.
We were at the gym the other day when I overheard something amazing. One of the other personal trainers was guiding a woman through an exercise that looked remarkably unpleasant.
I didn’t want to stare because I was afraid my trainer would get ideas.
From the corner of my eye, it looked something like this. The woman lay supine on a mat on the floor with one arm outstretched toward the ceiling. In that hand, she held a dumbbell. She was sweating profusely.
Still holding the dumbbell aloft, she slowly rose to her feet before dropping back to the floor with equal slow control. All the while, she complained while her trainer encouraged her. Despite her complaints, she kept performing the movement over and over.
The trainer turned to her and said something I didn’t hear, and she looked up at him as she struggled to her feet with that one dumbbell still held high in her left hand.
“I am allowed not to like things,” she said firmly, but she didn’t quit.
