So last week I had the opportunity to show my mom the ins and outs of my gym here in the metroplex. And let me tell you, she may be in her forties, but she is one of the toughest women I know. My mom was never big to me, I tell her that all the time. When I looked at her growing up, she radiated strength and wisdom and as much as she hates her teeth, I loved her big bright smile. When she laughs, she has the kind of big belly laugh that you know is true. She is beautiful inside and out, her pant size never concerned me. So when she started her weight loss journey it wasn't the weight I saw coming off of her, it was the joy that I saw come back to her. She talked and laughed with everyone without worry of her shirt fitting too tight and she didn't back away from photos taken and memories being made anymore. She started to become someone I had always known, and I loved her for it.
Last year she began to experiment with Crossfit and things other than Zumba (and mind you, my mother loves her some Zumba), and finally joined a 12 week bootcamp in Wichita Falls with Marisa Cervantes as her coach. She started talking about her "fit fam" and telling us about the intense exercises that this woman was putting her through and my only thought was "Who are these people and are they trying to kill my mother?" She has an amazing support system of women back home that I want to
personally thank for taking care of her while I'm not there. You guys
mean the world to her. Soon she was bragging about how many burpees she did with her new friends, talked about doing a mud run and bought a weighted jacket for running and then I thought, what am I doing? She was my motivation to begin my journey. She was the reason that I took control of my life and my body, because if this old bird could do it with the best of them, so could I. I'm twenty-two and my mother is showing me up!! I made the commitment to be fit on January 3rd and I will never forget not being able to run a mile as her little peanut head ran ahead of me and kept telling me to push through, and that was when I said never again. I owe it all to her.
So as we strolled in to 24 Hour Fitness I was excited to show my mom the progress I had made in the past 4 months. I was ready to kick her rear because her new "fit fam" not only taught her the ways of the fitness world, but also gave her a pretty good sized little ego. We loaded up on leg day and I found myself baffled by her great form and strength. She wasn't afraid to pack on weight and do it with the big dogs, or tell me "well Marisa says..." and it made me so proud to call her my mother and my best friend. So we giggled about the cute boys, I teased her about her "Pam Sweat", and I forced her to do some abs before we waddled out of the gym to head home. She is my rock, my motivation and my strength when I feel weary, and she keeps my going when I am running low and feeling lost. She is my mother, and she my friends, is a badass.
XOXO SHERIDAN
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