I Used to Think Gym Women Were Vain
That first night, I didn’t know what to expect. I almost didn’t go. But something in me—restless, tired, curious—nudged me through the door.
That first night, I didn’t know what to expect. I almost didn’t go. But something in me—restless, tired, curious—nudged me through the door.
Yesterday, I rode a bicycle for the first time since giving birth. It wasn’t far—just a ten-minute trip to the butcher shop—but it felt like a tiny triumph. I could sit on the seat. That simple, mundane fact would have been impossible six weeks ago. Then, even lowering myself into a chair required strategy. Pain. Bracing. Breath-holding.
That’s the question that echoed in my mind on many quiet afternoons — while folding laundry, preparing school lunchboxes, or waiting in the car outside piano class. I had always imagined my 30s would be the prime of my career. Instead, they became a period of pause — one I hadn’t exactly planned, but had to accept.