I love to run. I am not fast, nor will I probably ever be. I will never be a size 4 either. So what??
Before the last baby, I ran a half marathon. I was training a lot and feeling pretty good about myself! I weighed 175 when I crossed the finish line in May of 2008.
As you can see from my ticker, I am about 10lbs (and one more child!) heavier than then and have actually shed much since Cameron was born a year ago. I feel good that I have worked my way back to being able to go 3 miles at a time and confident that it will keep getting better and better.
There are some skinny boys at my church that get together and run. When I trained for the half marathon, I met up with that group and ran (behind...) with them. Anyway, the pastor is one of these skinny boys. Not sure they consider me a "runner" but at least acknowledge that "I run".
Okay - here's the slap. One of the skinny boys handed me a magazine article today entitled
"Confessions of a Fat Runner". With much prelude of "the title didn't make me think of you, just that she's a woman...and a runner...and uh, well I know that you run...and well, here ya go."
Ouch.
And then we have the Smile, sort of. The Pastor asked me if I wanted to help him start a Couch to 5k type of thing to promote health and wellness in our congregation. He's a marthoner and wanted me to be the "everyman" face of the effort. While I am flattered, I'm also a little dishartened at being the "fat people can run to" person.
Sigh.
I really want to feel good about the nice compliment - but still don't feel included in the "cool kids" club of runners. I'm still to fat.

Thanks for letting me vent. My husband hates it when I talk down on myself - it's hard to explain my feelings without him thinking that I'm being a downer.