A lesson in fitness

When I first started working out, my goal was to get thinner. Now two years later, it is way beyond that. I work out to get strong, fast, healthy and to love my body. I find great pride and confidence in doing something that I could not do last year, last month, or even yesterday. Things like running a half marathon, dancing in a burlesque show, running in a sports bra, and today, running in shorts. I have had the privilege of watching friends blossom into self confident women. I have seen them say things like "I am not a runner." and then watching them leap over the finish line at their first half marathon. I have seen women run slow and never quit, and pushing themselves to run their first 10km. I have seen these women, who now proudly run in sports bras and shorts, never give up and always be proud of their body. So as their leader, I could not sit on the sidelines and not join the "shorts club".

Yesterday, I said screw it! I am going to be confident, I am going to run in shorts and be proud! So, I spent $50 on a pair of real running shorts. Light weight fabric, sleek and fancy. I was stressed about the price tag, but I figured if I was going to buy shorts, I should buy the right kind for the job. I would in fact get a ton of use out of them....

So here I was this morning, ready for my first run in my new shorts. Sports bra-check, music-check, drank lots of water and had a good breakfast-check, runners-check, good attitude-CHECK, new shorts-CHECK! Off I went with my running parter, Captain. (our faithful dog) At first, it felt so good. Running without a care that I was practically naked and people were driving and walking past. It was in fact a beautiful sunny day and there were lots of people about. I ran leaping strides as Captain and I ran down the hill to the main road. I had run about a quarter of the way, when something very uncomfortable started to happen. My shorts began to ride up the crotch. Now if you know me at all, or have seen me in the Boudoir Rouge show, you know that my thighs are on the larger side. (I am not complaining, I love every part of my weird body.) They began their very own cheering squad, clapping together as I ran. That, combined with them ridding up, started to get a little painful when they rubbed together. (Yes, this is embarrassing. lol) I thought if I ran faster it might help. So there I was running for my life. I don't know if it was out of fear so people driving by didn't have the chance to see me or it just felt so damn good to run fast. Maybe a combination. That didn't really work. By now I am just over half way through my run. I thought that maybe if I ran with a little wider stance that might work! Give the girls a little more room to move past each other without high fiving every time. I MUST have looked like an idiot. And all it did was mess up my form. It wasn't long before I had a strained calf muscle and a blister on each foot. By now there is only a little more left to go before the solace of home sweet home. I could hardly walk, and my poor dog had to drag me the last little bit. I pathetically hobbled home, picking blackberries along the way. I took my shoes off at the driveway to save my feet from the pain of the blisters with every step I took.

So here I am, a little deflated, tired and sore. I may never run in shorts again. But am I regretting it? Absolutely not. I had the courage to try it!! It may have been a total disaster, but I never want to be the person who doesn't do something because they are scared or worried about what people think. Once you let go of that, amazing things happen. Sure, it was not my finest moment, but I learned something important today. I need to work harder to one day run in shorts without my very own cheer squad. I CAN run....fast even. And I now need to take it easy for a couple day and let my wounds heal....physical and otherwise. :)