She sat there. Sweat dripping down her face. Her hair pulled back but kind of hanging there from the workout. Her shirt was soaked through with the evidence of the full effort made to get through the hour long jumping rope, squatting, pullups and pushups.
She sat on a medicine ball staring straight ahead. She looked like that 7 year old girl whose picture I keep on my desk so I always remember the child inside all of us all the time.
She is never giving up, giving in, letting go or compromsing any part of her journey.
There are times I just look at her and smile. Smile because I see her constant effort. Refusal to call it a day.
She gets up from the medicine ball, gets a drink of water, fist bumps the others working out and heads to the exit. What a way to start a day. Ageless.