I feel quite comfortable in my lycra now. I feel at home. I don’t really care when people stare. I’ll be past them soon anyway.
But I remember caring. I remember getting my first pair of capris. Pulling them down a bit so they covered a bit more. Are they meant to be this short? This tight? People can practically see my pants.
I didn’t start running until I was 30. It was scary. How do all these people know what to wear? Where to buy shoes? Are there running rules? And HOW does a person actually snot rocket?
It helped when I realised I have a finite number of f**ks to give. Caring about what an unimportant someone else thinks about my running is not important to me. What someone else thinks is none of my business. Me, my look, my running is none of theirs.
But we remember the negatives, the cheap insults and forget the positives so easily. How is this right? We fight so hard to snatch an hour for a run, we worry about our goals and we struggle to take the first step towards these.
When I’m struggling on a run, I try to remember running when I was a child. Effortless freedom. This is my chance to recapture this. To run through the puddles, to smile just for the chance to be out in the rain. I’m a runner, these things are allowed. My lycra, my license for lunacy. No limitations.
I see people running when I’m driving and I wish I could be running instead. And then I realised. When I’m running, people are envying me too. They don’t care about the red face, the jiggly bits, my unmatched kit. They see the freedom, the effort, the sweat. They see my footfalls on the trails and pavements and wish they were taking these footsteps. But they’re mine.
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Set the goals that scare you, that you will need every ounce of effort to achieve. Stretch and soar and you will do things you never thought you would. Or could.
Don’t hesitate, don’t stop. My Mum always says “Look confident in what you’re doing even if you’re not and other people will assume you are!” She was right. Don’t stop, don’t falter. Don’t let the sarcastic applause the catcalls, the insults get you down.
These people would do what you’re doing if they could. They can’t.
These people would do what you’re doing if they could. They can’t.
I needed to read something like this today :o)
ReplyDeleteI was bought a pair of really short shorts for my birthday earlier this week. They are seriously short! Although I was confident wearing them as I pranced around the shop (inside the safety of the changing rooms), I've not been brave enough to wear them outside in public.
After reading this I'll stop flattering myself (I'm sure 99% of the local population take no notice of what I wear to run in) and be brave enough to wear them outside.
I like to think that the other 1% are supportive runners.
Great write up Saz. Confidence is a huge huge part of what we do and it only takes one uninvited comment or opinion to dent that - which can be like climbing a mountain to overcome. People should be careful what they do or say, but never will. From someone who struggles with confidence, thank you xxx
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