Thing the first: I run.
Thing the second: I am fat. I’m a 31 year old woman with a BMI of roughly 37 (I hate BMI as a general rule, but I also don’t pay too much attention to the scale so whatever! NUMBERS) I am not particularly worried about becoming more or less fat, and have decided to embrace my body at all its sizes and live life without self-hate.
For many years I glared enviously at runners. “Oh, if only,” I’d say to myself, “if only I were thin and athletic and could run like that, like a gazelle escaping a terrifying predator. If only.” Because, silly, fat people can’t run! This is a veritable FACT.
Then, a friend of mine began running using the Couch to 5k program, an interval regimen to ease yourself in, and she loved it. That concept kicked around in my head for a good long time, taunting me as I watched the gazelles running around my neighborhood. Meanwhile, I discovered the Fat Acceptance movement, and absorbed the wisdom of Health At Every Size. I began to stop limiting myself based on some idea of what people who look like me shouldn’t do. And then it hit me.
“I should run.”
So I did.
I’m currently working towards that 5k goal, with dreams of marathons dancing in my head. It’s a process, and sometimes the hardest part is just getting out the door. And there are so many issues: shoes? sports bras? other clothing? aches and pains? indoors or out? fast or slow? jiggling? chub rub? how to deal with stares? how to stay motivated? how to escape those hungry lions?
So I’m going to document this journey a bit, give and get some pointers, and perhaps inspire other gazelles to run along with me.