To the gentleman that stopped and looked me up and down in total disgust as I walked by in my gym kit last night;
I am more than aware that I’ve got thick thighs that have a cheeky jiggle when I’m in motion.
I am also, more than aware that my tummy dances to its own rhythm as I walk. You’d be amazed at how many tears I’ve cried over those wobbles.
I’m even more aware that I’m not looking my best shoehorned into Lycra without make-up on.
But who are you to look at me in such a way?!
Those thighs, they run marathons. That’s a whole 26.2 miles if you’re not aware.
That wobbly belly, that stores up all the protein and energy I need to get through marathons and all their training. Which, I can tell you, is a hell of a lot.
That gym kit, that also gets me through a tonne of training. Running long distances, in my spare time, means I need to be comfy.
That top I was wearing, that’s my medal from running a half marathon and, bloody hell, I’m proud of that even if it’s not the most flattering of shapes.
The make-up less face, that’s about to get hella sweaty so why would I waste good make-up on that?!
And you know what, I’ve saved the best for last; I run these miles for charity after losing a close friend. Someone we often joke about being the love of my life. I don’t run to impress people like you. I run to save lives. I run so people don’t have to go through the pain myself and so many others have gone through when they lose someone close to them. I run so people can have a little bit longer with those they love.
To be honest, I shouldn’t have to say things like this as I shouldn’t be made to feel gross by random strangers, but it happens. It happens to more people than you’d like to imagine.
So what am I trying to get at with all this; think first before you look at people the way you did to me. You don’t know their back story. You don’t know how much hurt you can cause. And you don’t know how much they’re trying to improve other people’s lives.