Who is this me?

Frequently, my husband gets to hear my commentary on my body while I change clothes or dry off after a shower. I call myself fatty. I pinch my waist and tell mirror me to try harder, eat better, etc. I try to be nice to myself, but I’ll never be satisfied with my appearance. Fine. It is what is is.

Yesterday, when I went on my run, I decided not to change into different clothes from the ones I’d worn when I worked out. I set out for a 6.6 km (4.1 miles) run in the noontime heat of the day. I have a virtual race time to turn in this week and that’s the distance.

I got a mile in and I was feeling the heat, so I pulled my shirt up and tucked the bottom underneath my sports bra. I typically won’t expose my belly, but I figured I could easily pull it back down. A little further on, I stopped completely and walked a moment before I decided to just take my shirt off and put it in my pocket. The skin I’d exposed felt cooler and my pace had actually picked up. I only fully stopped one more time to shove the shirt down the leg of my shorts so it would stop creeping out of my pocket.

I was not feeling super confident, though. As I ran, I occasionally put my hands over my belly and turned sideways. When there was a lot of traffic, I tried to completely cover my midsection with my hands. I finally stopped thinking about it until I got to 5k and stopped my watch to walk the rest of the way home deciding to do a 6.6 k later in the week instead.

As I walked home, I pulled my top from the leg of my shorts and tucked it into the band on my sports bra to soak up the pool of sweat that always starts pouring right after I stop running.

I felt a sense of pride as though I’d accomplished something. It wasn’t much, but I got over myself long enough to help myself out. I got uncomfortable to get comfortable. Who is that person?

I posted my picture to a fitness group I’m in and my personal social media pages. It wasn’t that I was proud of my body, which I actually kind of am looking at the photo. I was proud that I actually donned the sports bra while on a run.

So simple, but a statement of how far I’ve come.

I know I’m a huge dork for how exciting I find this. That’s ok, too. Thanks for reading! Drop me a comment any time or a message if you feel self conscious about the comments.

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