This particular permission may be controversial and we may have to use our good judgment in how we deploy it. We have permission to swear.
Let me digress into a (relevant) story. Back when I was a freshman in high school lo these many years ago, I had to take P.E. For me at the time, this was akin to getting a daily bout of measles or flu or something. I had to play sports I didn’t choose or like in the middle of the day, getting all sweaty, and then I had to go do more school after that. Some of my P.E. teachers were stellar human beings. Others were… not. One of those others happened to be a football coach who liked to make inappropriate comments to young female students such as myself. This same coach wrote me up for saying a bad word after getting kicked in the shins playing soccer. Girls were not supposed to swear. I spent many early mornings before school running laps to offset that bad report and save my grade, so I had plenty of time to ruminate on the unfairness of it all—the boys didn’t get written up for swearing. I guess I built some character? I definitely hardened my resolve to smash the patriarchy, even if I didn’t know what that exactly was when I was fourteen.
I am not saying that we should all be dropping F-bombs all over the place. Context is important in swearing as in everything. What I am saying is that the occasional swear word is good for the soul. In fact, actual research has found that swearing reduces our sensation of pain. What could be more useful in a workout than that?
Workouts are not tea parties. We do not have to be perfect ladies and gentlemen while we work out (even though we do have to have good gym etiquette—we are not barbarians!). If a good cuss word gets us through to a personal best, that’s f-ing awesome.

