Take a read through for some serious inspiration that will leave you run-ready… and maybe a little bit misty-eyed.
Walk past me in a coffee shop, the mall or local grocery store and I’m just another woman. Scan my sporty outfit, laced up running shoes and pull over sweater….”she’s ‘fit,’ she must workout”. What goes through your head next? “Bet she’s always been like that, bet she doesn’t have to work hard for it, bet she’s confident, never judged her body, never cried wondering why she isn’t happy with what looks back at her in the mirror.” You’d be wrong.
Take a step further, what if my shirt clearly stated “I’m a Triathlete,” “I Crossfit” or “I’m a Marathon Runner?” My body wouldn’t match what society has programmed us to see when we think of “those” types of athletes. I don’t have a six pack, glutes that get 10K likes on Instagram or 7 percent body fat. I’m me.
I remember the first time I was told I should hate my body. Seventh grade walking down the halls of school. “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s thunder thighs.” This was the start of 15 years of training and programming myself to loath my body instead of love it. Between bullying, media and campaigns targeted to women about how you should view your body, and what a “perfect” body looks like, I found myself programmed to self destruct. “If your body’s not perfect you won’t find love, happiness or success.” How could I possibly meet those requirements?! I’m me.