Sometimes when I’m biking I force myself to breathe through my nose for a while to dry out a runny nose. If I’m going kind of hard I end up with this look on my face like I’m holding back tears, mouth pinched shut, breathing hard and covered in sweat, and I get self conscious about what other people must be thinking about the scary dude trying to exercise his feelings away.
If I see a scary dude trying to exercise his feelings away I just feel sympathy. Like, I’ve known too many men afraid to cry, and seeing someone exercising and trying to hold back tears feels like he’s probably healthier than many of the guys who struggle with that.
Sometimes when I’m biking I force myself to breathe through my nose for a while to dry out a runny nose. If I’m going kind of hard I end up with this look on my face like I’m holding back tears, mouth pinched shut, breathing hard and covered in sweat, and I get self conscious about what other people must be thinking about the scary dude trying to exercise his feelings away.
If I see a scary dude trying to exercise his feelings away I just feel sympathy. Like, I’ve known too many men afraid to cry, and seeing someone exercising and trying to hold back tears feels like he’s probably healthier than many of the guys who struggle with that.
Hell as a woman I bike the pain away too.
Fair, good on ya!