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August 10, 2004
Pillsbury Doughgirl
Sometimes I hate running, or maybe it's not so much that I hate running, but that I intensely dislike the comments of some competitive runners. Once a week I run (voluntarily) with a pretty competitive bunch of runners and everyone knows that Monday night "easy" runs quickly turn into "hold on for dear life" runs. I show up just expecting a hard run. About two weeks ago, one of the men who frequently shows up asked me if another woman was looking a little "too thin." I replied, "Yes." I wish our conversation would have ended there, but I'm not that lucky. He proceeded to poke my belly and announce to a few runners hanging around, "Wow, Bridget's looking a little doughy these days compared to our other female runners." OUCH. Comments like that - even made in jest and fun - are NOT funny. It hurt like a sliver.
Luckily, I am fairly good at ignoring such comments. I will admit that I came home and cringed at my lack of a 6 pack, but what can I do about genetic pre-determination? I am proud to say that I refrained from doing sit-ups.
Posted by bridget at August 10, 2004 09:42 PM