As I ran along the trail today a skinny 20 something with a bouncy ponytail entered the trail. It was at my 3/4 mile mark. The trail is fairly wide, but apprently my slow fat runner self was in her way. She yelled, move over old lady. I gave her a look and trundled along as she sprinted away.
I passed the bridges, the mile markers and approached the bridge over the train tracks. There is a big hill over the train tracks. I have been pushing myself to run up said hill. As I lowered my center of gravity and trundled along up the hill (to the almost top this time) I spotted the mean girl. She was walking over the bridge.
When she hit the "turn around" she, turned around and passed me again on the bridge going the other way. I didn't pay it much mind. Until I turned around and went back over the bridge. When I got through the yucky hilly part, I was trying to lengthen my stride. I noticed that I was gaining on her. I kept on. I figured once I got up to her, she would sprint away. Happens all the time.
As I kept getting closer I thought, seriously, you are going to let the slow fat old lady pass you? The one that was in your way? Really? I passed her. I didn't say anything. I decided to model classy trail behavior. Besides, it just creates bad karma.
In other news, I have been reading a blog written by the slow, fat, triathelete. She is currenlty training for an Iron Man. YIKES! Check it out, I echo her feelings about coming out as fat. I may have more to say on that. Coming out as fat
I passed the bridges, the mile markers and approached the bridge over the train tracks. There is a big hill over the train tracks. I have been pushing myself to run up said hill. As I lowered my center of gravity and trundled along up the hill (to the almost top this time) I spotted the mean girl. She was walking over the bridge.
When she hit the "turn around" she, turned around and passed me again on the bridge going the other way. I didn't pay it much mind. Until I turned around and went back over the bridge. When I got through the yucky hilly part, I was trying to lengthen my stride. I noticed that I was gaining on her. I kept on. I figured once I got up to her, she would sprint away. Happens all the time.
As I kept getting closer I thought, seriously, you are going to let the slow fat old lady pass you? The one that was in your way? Really? I passed her. I didn't say anything. I decided to model classy trail behavior. Besides, it just creates bad karma.
In other news, I have been reading a blog written by the slow, fat, triathelete. She is currenlty training for an Iron Man. YIKES! Check it out, I echo her feelings about coming out as fat. I may have more to say on that. Coming out as fat
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