Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid- [work] — My Gym

I came in on four hours of sleep after a late night. Cheryl didn’t even let me warm up. "Go home. Take a nap. You’re going to hurt yourself or someone else." I protested. She crossed her arms. I went home. She was right again.

One evening after a heavy squat session, Jenna found Melissa sitting on a bench with a foam roller, her face soft with concern. “You okay?” Melissa asked. The question was casual as a weather report. Jenna looked at her and felt a small, hot thing—irritation, then recognition. My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-

At the gym, she cues my form with a single tap: two fingers on my lower back means brace your core a fist over my sternum means stop rounding your shoulders She wipes down my bench before I can. She asks if I ate breakfast. I came in on four hours of sleep after a late night

The promise of a "Good job, kiddo" (or the gym-lingo equivalent) at the end of the session. 4. Setting the Ultimate Example Take a nap