My weight soared to 171 pounds on Tuesday as my body retained extra water in relatiation for Sunday's mistreatement.
My shins stopped aching. I did a light jog/walk around the track yesterday, and some gentle running drills.
"Hey, Mrs. P, how long are you going to wear your medal?"
" You got a problem with my medal?"
One of the other teachers asked me how my weekend went. "Didn't you have, like, a marathon or something" and I said, "Yeah, something like that."
I said that I did do a marathon, but I had to do some other stuff before I was allowed to start it." When you put it like that, you get instant attention. Allowed to do a marathon? What kind of "stuff"? In a river? How many miles? OH, MY, GAWD. IN ONE DAY??
And that's when it hit me; I can't joke about being lazy with anyone other than triathletes any more. I've been kicked out of the lazy club.
I'd already been kicked out of the diet club. You know the one: everyone sits around, eating Lean Cuisine, swapping information on the latest internet diet but refusing to exercise other than a bi-monthly salsa class, and then you say, brightly, "I've had a lot of success with jogging and biking!" And then the excuses ensue.
- "I'm 'different'"
- "I can't run."
- "I don't have time to exercise."
- "I have bad knees."
- "I have to wait until I've lost weight before I start exercising."
So, what does all this Ironman stuff mean to me. Hmmmm.
But no more. Barbie may be pretty, but I bet she can't do an Ironman.
So, I'm not tiny. I'm not petite, with a tiny ring in my tiny belly button on my tiny belly. I'm not shivering pre-race in my tiny size S or XS triathlon suits, trying to find a size 48 bike frame. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
So, I'm not twenty. I don't have a twenty-something body.
I no longer say things like, "When I get skinny, I'm gonna...." or, "I'll do that when I get thin again."
I refuse to fit myself into someone else's idea of womanhood when I shop. I will not wish that I was skinnier so I can all the cutest triathlon clothes, or buy clothes that are too small hoping I'll lose enough weight to fit into them.
I'm am not, as Bridget Jones says, "an American stick insect."
I may never even get to see all the new muscles I've been developing.
But now I know without a doubt that they're there.