Last year, my husband and I uprooted our whole life. He changed jobs. We sold our house. We moved to another city. All because I found a premises where we could open a small, private personal training and group class gym.
I lay awake at night, fretting. What if it didn’t work out? What if no-one came to the gym, and I had thrown away our financial (and emotional) security on a whim?
I started working 7 day weeks, determined to make it happen for us no matter what the cost. I was tired, grumpy, lost all time and interest I had for hobbies previously. I gradually forgot what it was to relax. I used to paint, read, sing; suddenly, I didn’t do any of that. I began worrying that I was giving too much of myself away. Everything I was, every waking moment, was GYM, GYM, GYM. I poured every single ounce of myself into growing our business and told myself it would be worth it, when (not if!) it all fell into place.
February 2020 was our best month since opening, both in terms of members, private clients and money. All those months were finally turning into a kind of tangible success. It was here! FINALLY, after weeks of gruelling effort, not to mention one or two minor breakdowns.
On 20th March 2020, the UK Government announced that businesses in the Hospitality, Leisure and Retail sector who were deemed ‘non-essential’ had to close their doors as part of the response to Covid-19.
My whole world ground to a halt. Everything I had done, everything I had been for months vanished overnight with no indication of when it would return. As of the date of this post, it still hasn’t. The doors are still locked tight and it will likely be a few months before they can open again.
I spent the first few weeks of lockdown moping and lamenting my lot. Worrying that all of that hard work and graft was in vain. Slowly, over the past 6 weeks, I’ve gotten into a routine. I’ve began to cherish the time I can spend with my husband again. I’ve remembered what free time is.
Then, I sat and scrolled through social media. I came across a post from a women – a single mother – who has lost both of her parents to Covid-19 and I suddenly felt ashamed. I had been drowning in self-pity over the temporary closure of my business but…I am safe. My family are safe.
This woman still has to function day to day for her children, having lost the two people who have been in her life since day one.
I couldn’t believe the strength that such an act would take.
SO. I decided to dedicate my new-found free time to finding these women, these amazing women who show such tremendous strength in the face of unimaginable hardship. Women who still push their own limits, where most of us would give up. Women who sacrifice their safety for the benefit of others. Women who overcome the odds.
I have combined my own passion of weight lifting with this, to create Women, Weights and Well-being, which I hope – if nothing else – will bring inspiration, comfort and positivity to women all around the world.
We women have a hard time sometimes, battling against body shaming, public perception, beauty standards and inequality, to mention but a few.
Lets empower each other.
Lets celebrate the strength that the average woman is capable of.