The first time I stepped foot into my local rock climbing gym with my husband, my immediate thought was, Screw this. I watched my six-foot-tall husband easily reach and grab moves that seemed downright impossible for me.
With his arm span, he had a full two feet of reach that I (at 5'1") would never have. His hands were strong and calloused and so much bigger than mine.
His abs were tightly knit where mine would forever be separated by the hernia I was left with after giving birth three times.
His natural advantages seemed insurmountable. The whole gym was full of men with long arms and legs and biceps that defied logic.
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