Today’s post is brought to you by my biggest pet peeve.
Do not talk about my body. (Unless you’re going to tell me I look great.)
Growing up, everyone told me I was too skinny. I’d go to the doctor and tell him, “I’m too skinny, how do I gain weight?” and each year he’d tell me I was just fine, it was my body type and as long as I ate and was healthy, I shouldn’t worry. Eventually, I gave up caring about the fact that I was “too skinny”.
I was born with a distance runner’s body. I’m semi-tall (5’6″-5’7″); I’m lean; I don’t really have curves. I take after my Dad’s genetics in that aspect. I can’t help it. Sure, I’d like some curves. Or to actually look like more than a beanpole in my clothes. I’ve been the same weight since I was 16. Right now, I fluctuate but I tend to range from the same weight to a couple pounds heavier. I probably look leaner given how active I am, but I have more muscle on me than I ever did.
This is why it drives me crazy when people make comments about my weight. I was having dinner with my Grandma today and I made a comment about the entire chicken breast I ate — something I never do, I prefer my chicken mixed in with foods. I have no real basis for this other than I like when multiple types of food are mixed together rather than standing alone. So proceeds to tell me how I should eat more; I’m too thin.
I eat plenty. I snack during the day. I eat breakfast. I eat all my fruits and veggies. I eat pasta. I eat lots of it. I eat bread. I get dessert when I want it. Hell, I ate 6 or 7 fresh Italian cookies today. Believe me Grandma, I eat. I may not eat entire chicken breasts at a time, but I eat meat a few times a week with everything else. I don’t deprive myself of any food and I also don’t work out because of the food I eat. I enjoy working out, I enjoy running. I eat what I eat because it makes me feel good and I perform my best when I’m eating healthy, but my body type has nothing to do with an unhealthy eating style or workout regimen.
Then I go to visit my Mom and show her my battle wounds (I tripped over the sidewalk yesterday — skinned knees hurt!) and as I lift my pant leg up, her first response is “Oh my God, your legs are huge! Your muscles were not that big the last time I saw you!”
Yes Mom, I have calves. I run 4-5 days a week and take spinning and/or rowing 1-2 times a week. Every single time I work out, emphasis is on my legs. I’m a runner. I have muscles on my legs. And they do tend to be larger than that of somebody who does not regularly run.
I just can’t win, can I?
Onto happier topics… despite my spill after Wednesday’s workout, I had a fabulous track session. A mile and a half warm-up to the track, followed by 3 miles of intervals. I did three sets of 200m at mile page, 200m jog, 200m at mile pace, 200m jog, 400m at 5k pace, 400m jog.
I thought I was spot on with my intervals, but my 200m intervals were too slow and then my 400m intervals were too quick. I aimed for a 6:00 mile pace for the 200m sets because I figure I’m basically where I was in high school which was a 5:30 1500m, which should translate to around 6:00 for a full mile. For the most part, my 200m sets were closer to 6:30 miles. I aimed for 7:00 miles during the 400m but ended up running under 7 for each.
Regardless, the run was great. It was so warm and sunny (hello first run-related sunburn of the season!), there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I probably should have gone harder on the 200s and maybe the 400s would have settled into the right pace, but better luck next time. I think I’ll try for some quarters next week on the track.
I just can’t get enough right now. Weather in Buffalo has been absolutely gorgeous. How can anyone not run in weather like this?