Clumsy Fit Me

I fell on my butt in the gym.  I don't know how exactly, but it happened.  The important thing is that I got back up on my feet, and continued doing the exercise I was doing.  It's not the first time something clumsy like this happens.  When I first started benching 2 years ago (it was only the bar and a ten pound weight on each side) somehow it slipped, and it hit me in the head in front of everyone in the gym.  When I was attempting to do squats for the first time since high school in 2011 the bar went sideways, and some man had to come, and lead me to the smith machine because the squat rack was for "advanced" athletes.  Then when I did go to the smith machine to do squats, and decided to add a 45 pound weight on each side, some other man just took the weight off my hands, and racked it for me (umm thanks?).  When I was doing stadiums this one time (except this was without an audience) I slipped, and fell on the aluminum.  As you can see I've had my share of clumsy moments in this fitness journey.  They're all funny, hell I even laughed at myself when it happened.  I'm glad these moments happened. When that man told me to go to the smith machine I felt as though I didn't want to settle for doing something he considered was ideal for someone like me, someone not as strong.  When that man took the 45 pound weight off my hands, I decided never again.  Sure they were being helpful, but I didn't feel like being a damsel in distress waiting for her knight in shining armor when I was trying to get strong and fit at the gym.  It didn't discourage me, it motivated me.  Sure society thinks women should be feminine, soft, and be taken care of by the men, but what if one day she's stuck somewhere, and she needs to be fast, strong, and courageous? What's going to happen then? So the hell with whatever the hell they want you to be.  So I chose to be fit in every aspect of the word.  When that bar hit my face, I decided to make the bench my bitch.  That's right I said it.  And now there's no way I can get away from that beautiful peace of equipment.  I'm in love with it.  I made my arms strong enough to hold heavier weight than just 45 pound plates, and now I can rack them up in pairs of two! My legs are strong enough now to do squats on the squat rack, and even front squat, and overhead squat that shit.  My hands that were so soft and feminine have calluses from the bar, and weights.  I'm not afraid to get on the floor, and do push ups. And if I get clumsy, I'm just going to shrug it off, sweat it out, lift it off, run it off, and turn it as an opportunity to make me stronger, fitter, prouder.