When I first started teaching Zumba, one particular semester, (I’d started at State when I was in grad school) there was a pregnant woman who would always, always, come to my class. She would wear this purple shirt, and hold her belly when the moves got a little too nuts for her. It was almost her way of saying, “Chill out, not everyone in this class is 19, please respect that.” It was a good reminder for me. She would take it easy when she had to, she wouldn’t jump or anything crazy like that. She always wore this purple shirt, and I believe she Zumba-ed til like 8 weeks before her due date. She was safe, she seemed to know her limitations, and she stayed in awesome shape throughout her pregnancy.
“Isn’t that thing gonna fall out,” a few friends asked, astonished, when I’d mentioned it.
Cause that’s exactly what pregs wants to hear, while she’s afraid of eating fish, taking a sip of wine, and carrying a Birken that’s too big, that her baby is going to fall out of her vagina when she’s on the elliptical. How else can we make women feel incompetent as mothers, folks, please, let me hear it!
But I digress. I was driving home, I think from my own workout on Sunday evening, and was cruising down ridge road when I saw her.
The first thing I actually noticed was that she was wearing a cute top, I’m pretty sure from Lululemon, and it was in a cool color. A kind of lime, and she shared my taste, as she was rocking the 3/4 running tights with it. And then I realized, this woman who was cruising at a pretty decent pace? Was a mom-to-be, probably well into her second trimester, and she was tearing up the sidewalk. I’m inspired.
I now have no excuse to skip out on any of my workouts or any of my runs, if this mom to be can harness her inner goddess, well hell?! When is my excuse ever good enough?