Monday, December 9, 2013

I don't run to be skinny.


I saw this picture over the weekend and it really stuck with me and made me think and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.  This past year has been a year of personal growth for me.  I've learned to really embrace all of the things that I once didn't like about myself.  (It's a work in progress but I'm getting there.)  Maybe it's the fact that I'm turning 30 in a few months?  Third-life crisis?  Maybe it's the fact that I've also really embraced the fact that you're never going to please everyone so stop it with that already.  Haters gonna hate regardless, right?  (bad grammar, not sorry.)

At the beginning of this year when I started training for the San Francisco Marathon I started to really focus on the little details of training that would make a big difference come race day.  Running is definitely a great way to stay in shape and lose weight, but you reach a point where that piece of the puzzle comes to a stand still.  When I started to focus on being a stronger runner my whole mindset towards so many things started to change.  The calories I was consuming were no longer being tracked to make sure I stayed under the limit, the calories were  monitored to make sure I had fuel.  Food = fuel.  It's too often we get caught up in the idea of what we're supposed to look like as a woman who runs all the time.  The women on the front of the running magazines are in incredible shape no doubt, but just because you don't look like that doesn't make you any less of a runner or athlete.  You know how many women I've met who if I didn't know them from the running community I would have previously said "There's no way she's a runner."  I erased that mindset because it's simply not true.  For so long I ran and ran with the hopes that I would be able to go down a size and get into those size 4 jeans again.  So I ran and ran and ran, my waist line stayed trim, I was feeling great.... so what happened?  My calves, quads, and thighs got so strong which was amazing!  However, with the added strength came extra muscle which lead to me doing a dance every morning trying to get my skinny jeans over my growing calves and quads.  It took me a few months but I finally gave in and went UP a size in the skinny jeans.  Mentally it tore me up to do it but a friend reminded me to embrace the strength I had gained.  It's so easy to get fixated on what the scale says, or what number is on the tag in your jeans.  This year has taught me more than ever that those things truly do not matter.

I no longer train to be skinny, I train to be badass.  The New Year's "Resolution-ers" are about to come out in full force and one of the number one things people say is "I want to lose weight, get skinny, etc."  I encourage you to use a little different wording and maybe that will change your mindset, not just for next year but for every year to follow.  Make a resolution to be HEALTHY and STRONG and a BADASS in 2014.  After all, when the zombie apocalypse happens looking good in a swimsuit isn't going to do you a whole lot of good, but being able to run for days will!  The world needs more badassery.  :)