Note: I've been writing some stuff which feels more creative than purely autobiographical. What a relief, huh? I'll probably post them in a series (running diaries chapbook) as they come to me, and I'll clearly identify them so you can easily skip them.
I was thinking about a blog post I had read recently about the enviable abs runners developed. In the blogger's example it was female runners participating in a local event that attracts elite runners, the Freihoffer's Race for Women. So I was thinking about how for the first time in my life, at the age of nearly 45, I would actually consider running without a shirt on. I think I have abs. Actually, I know I have abs because my 12 y/o son just told me I was "beast." That's good, right?
I was less than gracious recently, in a tweet about the blogger who wrote the post that inspired me to consider the condition of my abs. I've been thinking about how I have 10 years, 3 kids and 2 cancers under my belt, perhaps held in by strong abdominal muscles, and that maybe I might have been perceived as self-absorbed at certain points in my life. Like now, when I am willing to work harder than ever to have a life which not only looks full, but feels full.
you're the inspiration next door! In terms of being perceived as "self-absorbed" when you are running, you are allowed to be totally self-fish and should be and in the words of a truly self-absorbed "woman" "If you don't love yourself, how in the hell are you going to love somebody else? Can I get an amen?"
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