It’s that time again. The time we talk about the assumptions people make when you have a certain sort of body. Now me, my body is fat and a wee bit muscley as well. I’m almost 6ft tall. You guys know that. Moving on. Scene set as they say.
One morning I was heading to the gym. Alone for once. It was the weekend. My plan was to put in at least half an hour on the treadmill and see how I felt. So I started warming up then started my running intervals working up to my peak speed for 2-minute bursts. Puffed but making it. GO ME, you know.
Into the virtually empty gym comes one of the trainers. Not one of the trainers I’ve had that much to do with. Mostly I’ve seen her around while we work out. But heck, that’s beside the point. I kicked into another running interval and she walks past and stops as if to say something. I smile, through deep breaths.
Oh, look at you… Running!
She says in a tone that should have been in the dictionary under patronising. And gives me two thumbs up. I don’t say anything. I’m too busy breathing. But my brain goes to town. You can imagine it was not a very cordial conversation.
It mostly went along the lines of ‘bitch please, I could take you on any day, underestimate me, will ya’. While on the outside, I just gave her a look that was designed to say ‘are you KIDDING ME lady?’ and kept on running. Thankful I didn’t have the breath to say all the things running through my head. Mostly I wanted to say, you work in a GYM, surely you know by now that people come in all shapes and sizes and that shape or size doesn’t always determine ability. Shame on you lady.
In some ways, I’m thankful I didn’t have the breath to say all the things running through my head. Mostly I wanted to say, you work in a GYM, surely you know by now that people come in all shapes and sizes and that shape or size doesn’t always determine ability. Shame on you lady.
After all my lanky, skinny cousin can squat weights like no one’s business. My sister does sit ups like there’s no tomorrow. And my rather large, sometimes chubby (sorry kid, it’s true) brother runs up to 10km a couple of times a week. Different bodies, different abilities and none of them would fit the ‘ideal’ fit person body type.
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