Workkin' Out!

[LabRat]

You just need to change your perspective woman You don't know their stories, just like they don't know yours. Some of those people are reformed out-of-shapers like yourself, who have just been at this longer than you have. Some might have no other life so they have lots of time to spend at the gym...or have eating or body image disorders that cause them to spend hours at a time working out. No one is perfect, and I guarantee none of those people have your combination of intellegence and wisdom that you do. They may be faster on the treadmill, but I double dog dare any of them to beat you in a battle of wit and humor

When I do a race, there are always a ton of women who have sexier runner's bodies than I do, who run faster than I do, and seem to have more people cheering them on than I do.

The minute I start to feel sorry for myself I make myself think of all the people who are home sleeping, while I'm out enjoying a beautiful morning with a bunch of other like minded people. I let myself feel superior (for a little while) because I earned it during all the hours I spent working out before the sun was even up. Getting smoked by a mom pushing twins in a baby stroller snaps me back to reality though...

I know I'm not going to be the best athlete ever, but I can be the best me ever. And that's your goal in the end, isn't it? To be the best YOU.

[aimeecc]

Sundae - don't worry about the person on the next treadmill. They admire your will to get on the machine in the first place.

I've been a fitness freak.. well, my whole life. My mom and I would run 5ks together when I was a teenager. I absolutely LOVE running. Not many people think that way. I'm odd, always have been. I'm currently out of shape due to baby, and my hubby, also mister althlete, is more out of shape than me.

With all that said, I have always admired people who get out and workout, no matter their weight. I've been blessed with athletic genes and a desire to run. My sis is hefty. She got the non-athletic genes from my dad. Every few years she tries again... and she's trying again this year. I hope she looses weight, because it will be better for her health and her attitude. But if not, I'll still love her. It doesn't matter whether she's a size 18 or size 8.

My best friend has always struggled with weight. She is a beautiful woman, way more sexy than I'll ever be. I've watched her struggle through the years. She'd diet. She'd run. She'd diet. And not loose a pound. I'd eat three servings of chocolate cake and not gain a pound. I always knew I was lucky not to have her problem. And I've always admired how she keeps trying. We'd go running, she'd be out of breathe and I'd be fine, and when she'd start slowing down I'd say to her "you can tell me to f*ck off if it makes you feel better" and she would and then we'd have a good laugh and keep jogging. Everyone except pompous arses admire people who try to improve. Everyone.