When I tell someone about how I successfully completed my first marathon they always get this look all over their face…
It’s actually pretty disheartening, especially when the look is followed by the questions, “Are YOU serious? YOOOOOU ran a marathon? You know that’s twenty six miles?”
I feel like it is insulting on so many levels.
#1. I am not an idiot. I know the distance of a marathon. I covered every inch of the race.
#2. I am not a liar. I would not tell you that I did ANYTHING that I had not actually done.
#3. I know that the reason that I get this intense response is because of my body. I HAVE CURVES. I will always have curves. When I was fourteen I had curves. I could run 100 miles a week and I would still not have that stereotypical marathoner body.
Here I am at 115 pounds.
Yep still curvy.
People have this idea that in order to be a marathoner you have to have legs that are miles long, and be incredibly tall without an ounce of body fat.
I feel like this description is fairly reflective of the elite athletes, but not at all accurate when looking at the middle of the pack runners. One of my favorite things about the marathon was the diversity of the runners. Frail old ladies and Jewish men wearing hats were on the course finishing strong. The running community is very inclusive.
We’re not all Kenyans, nor should we be.