The gym is my safe haven. It’s where I go when I have too many toxic thoughts floating in my head. It’s where I go when I doubt myself but persevere to prove those doubts wrong. The gym is my happy place, suffice to say. Likewise, I find joy in being an inspiration for others. I find satisfaction in people’s comments that I helped them, that I continue to inspire them, that they started working out because of me. Me. Like, for real?
When I started working out some years back, when I was in 3rd-year college, specifically, I didn’t see myself being a “fitspiration” to anybody. Good Lord, I was so far from that. A few years after, I would look at my bodybuilder inspirations and silently think to myself, “I wonder how it feels to be in their position.” I even had this crazy idea of entering a bodybuilding contest to prove that I can do it, that I’m stronger and more capable than I think.