The Crim festival of races is tomorrow in Flint (hubby and I are doing the 8K), so today I went over to the Expo to pick up my race packet and see what all the vendors had to offer. As I passed by a table for an upcoming 5K run and walk, a guy staffing it shouted “Here comes a 5K walker now! You look like a 5K walker to me! You don’t have to run at all. You can walk it!” He could not let go of the walking thing, even though they have a 5K run that I had been planning to sign up for.

I felt like screaming “OKAY I don’t look like a runner! I GET IT!!!!” I’m not slender or sleek, I don’t have hamstring muscles visible through my jeans, I look like a slow, pathetic, non-exercising suburban housewife. I work out hard every day, I try to watch what I eat, and this is the friggin ugly fat body God gave me. I’m doing the best I can, GEEZ!

I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way, but he sure knew how to work over an already-insecure nerve. It sucks to work hard and still look fat. I know I’ve built muscle, I know I look better than I used to, I know I’m strong and can do things I never thought possible before. But, what can I say – I’m female. Having someone point out how unfit I look can still really destroy my whole weekend.