As I look longingly through online catalogs for Tri Tops and Tri Shorts that I can hopefully fit into next year, I am struck by the overwhelming image of women who look like they’ve never ridden a long ride in their lives modeling active wear marketed toward active female athletes. The prevalence of superskinny, the lack of sizes other than 2-12 or 4-14, and the lack of much “active” modeling (many women are just standing passively), made me a little frustrated.
They don’t make men pose like this to sell stuff, do they?One of my virtual friends (from the FB Sheclismo site, an awesome group of cyclists) posted this today. I needed this shot in the arm. If you have time, click on the links. You’ll be glad that you did!
I know I’m not the picture of perfection. I realized that yesterday as I watched my long shadow while riding home leisurely after a long day at work. Wow, I thought, look how great my shadow makes me look! So tall, thin, nice looking legs. Awesome. I wish I could be my shadow, not what I actually am. I wonder how skinny my shadow would look after I drop a bunch of weight. I may have to run around in the shower to get wet!
As I looked away from my shadow and up the road, I saw a long gradual hill. All I could think about was “Shut up, legs!” from Fitrecovery.com, and how much work I have to do for next year’s racing season. I used to have stronger legs. I used to be younger. The older a person gets, the quicker one loses muscle mass–which is probably why mom is grouchy if she doesn’t get her workout in (she’s 77 and rock hard–she’s awesome, can swim a mile without a struggle). So, I must keep pushing, harder than I have before, if I want to remain healthy in this world.
I’m a lucky woman, over all. Healthy (knock on wood) with the capacity to work out, swim, bike, walk, run, lift weights. Walk. See. Hear. Breathe. Be. So when I think about that thin shadow following me around, I just need to remember that I am what I am–but I can be better. I never want to be the skinny, unmuscled woman in the advertisements. I want to go out of this life with muscles, scars, wrinkles, and a love of doing things physical. I want to do, not just to be.
What do you want to be? Or rather, what do you want to do?