last night

My dad plays badminton. He was a champ in his day and trains champs. Ya I'm bragging a little and you can hold it against me but I'm proud of him. I'm at my parents house for weds-thurs-fri during my reading break ( those days chosen because they won't interfere with my crossfit sched. how depressing). Dad was going to badminton last night and I asked if I could join. We spent about two and a half hours there playing games (obv. there were also rests). I lost a lot of my junior high badminton skills but my newfound fitness made the whole thing a lot easier and I did get a couple of good shots in. It was really nice being able to move around the court for the entirety of a game without getting tired or giving up. It was really nice being able to clear it from the back end of my side to the back end of the opponents side. It was really nice hanging out with my dad and his friends (although we both agree, this one guy was a dick. He told me my school/degree/job are all worthless and I should switch to his sons everything. I can tell you right now the majority will tell you his sons shit is all worthless so.. nanananana). But yes, overall great night and it was something functional where I can compare my before and after and it was great

I realized I'm on this fitness journey not to look a certain way (although that is an added benefit). I want to be more effective. I want to be strong. I want to be able to physically do all of the things that people, especially men, have told me I can't do. I want to hear the naysayers, and then not only prove them wrong but do better than they themselves can.

why do you do this?