After all the activity yesterday I really debated going to the gym this morning. I went to bed thinking “Okay I give myself permission to skip tomorrow if I’m sore and miserable, I don’t want to over-do it and hurt myself” but luckily I woke up feeling okay, so off to workout. I still might have overdone it; 45 minutes on the elliptical and then half a mile on the treadmill (I did feel really good! and I went extra fast (1 mph over my ‘slow’ 2 mile run pace) to justify doing only a half mile– it was a stretch but it was perfect to cap off the workout). I get the feeling that recovery is going to be critical this weekend; I am already hitting the ibuprofen and it’s only going to get worse as I sit all day.
So remember the woman from
https://runningwhilefat.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/youre-the-reason-that-i-run-youre-my-thinspiration-apologies-to-chicago/ ? I see her at the gym often. As payback, I like to do my thing around the locker room with less clothes on than I might otherwise– my fat body is all up in your gym and it’s GREAT, lady. I went to blow-dry my hair in pants and bra (pretty fully clothed, IMO, but apparently my belly is massively offensive) and she seriously ran away from the sinks and finished getting ready somewhere else. Normally I’m not about invading someone’s comfort zone, but it’s a freaking locker room and bodies belong there.
I think it’s important for women to see all kinds of bodies, especially since the media picture of womens’ bodies is so unrealistic– magazines and porn, folks. But when I’m in the locker room there are women of all ages and sizes and shapes, with wrinkles and droopy bits and cellulite and all the things that get airbrushed out. It’s refreshing.