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Thursday, July 2, 2009


Sometimes I am left wondering about my attachment to reality. I know you are shocked to hear that (not I have gone from a life of relative inactivity to the opposite extreme, and yet I still find myself feeling like a total sloth when I compare myself to the people I surround myself with socially. And by socially I mean some pretty hardcore, driven triathlete type people. People who get up early to swim or workout, bike all the time, and who give you shit if you take a rest day that wasn't on the plan because you are tired, it's rainy, or life got in the way a bit. I can always seem to find a way to compare myself to these folks and feel inferior to their skill or their perseverance.

Is that really reality?

Once in a while I get a snippet of how "regular people" see me and what I do. A few months back, Mike was bantering around with some of Lucas's friends on Facebook, talking to them about how he was willing to help them organize a summer running group. Justin referred to us as "the running gods of Janesville." As in Mike and I. Running.GODS. ....... Really? My first thought was that the poor child really should get out more and meet some folks. Most days I don't feel particularly god-like. Chugging Freight Train, maybe. Not a God.

Tonight, I was kicking myself for going for dinner and postponing a scheduled run. We ran into someone who works in the same building as Mike. He introduced to his wife, who said "Oh, you guys are THE Athletes." It really took a lot to stifle a big giggle. She called me an ATHLETE! Ha! As is athletic..... as in skilled, fast, maybe nimble even....... An.Athlete. Interesting, since I really have a hard time classifying what I do as athletic. It is slow, sometimes painful, almost always slower than those around me, hardly what I would call athletic. But I guess it is a matter of perspective and what you see as your own reality. I surround myself with people I consider athletes so that I can learn from them, draw motivation from them, and hope that someday, somehow I can achieve 1/10th their speed, strength, and stamina. But to someone who has more contact with mere mortals and not superhero types? maybe, just maybe, I might qualify to be way far in the back of the pack of what might be called athletes........

OK, you can call me an athlete, but you have to use air quotes when you say it, that's the new rule.


Anonymous said...

An athlete is anyone trained to contend in exercises requiring great physical agility and strength; one who has great activity and strength; a champion.

Sounds like you and mike to me

J-Wim said...

I don't know who you are but I like the way you think ;-)

Anonymous said...

i know who i are, and i know who you two is, and that's all that matters. just keep doing what you does

bigmike600 said...

Oooohhhhh a mystery. I love suspense.

Jenny Davidson said...

Good post!

Athena Misty, aka "GeekGirl" said...

I've struggled with the same issues of being "athletic". I don't feel particularly athletic when the people around me are finishing things hours faster than I am..but then I go to Wal-Mart and people watch and I feel all better. Yes, it's mean. But it works. Trust me.

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