You don’t look like a runner

By August 9, 2016Run

Post by: Hillary Allen, Swiftwick athlete.

I only had 5.5km left, all downhill. I told myself to focus for thirty more minutes. Extra time never hurt. This course was brutal- a 55 km race bragging 4,000 meters (13,000 ft) of gain. Technical, steep, hot – just what I like. It was a very competitive race, and I had pushed into 2nd place. As I rounded the final corner to push up one final hill, I finally let myself feel it as chills ran over my skin. There was excitement, relief, accomplishment and a need for more water and to take off my shoes. I had made the podium, and I had fought for every single second of it. I was proud, happy to be done and pleased with my strength and patience throughout the race.

After some rest and recovery, the athletes and volunteers gathered for congratulations and dinner. It was great to celebrate. We relived the race, our ups and downs, the views and the terrain, assuring the organizers they had put on a tough race.

Everyone kept telling me how strong I was, how hard I pushed on the uphills, that I was a machine. Then one of the local runners had a question for me:

“How much do you weigh?” he asked, comparing me directly to Gemma Arenas, the winner of the race, who was standing next to me at the time. She’s about five feet tall and petite. Not only am I nine inches taller than Gemma, but we have completely different builds; I being the more muscular of the two. Then, another question, ‘”How is it you can run so fast when you weigh so much more?”

Strength, machine, powerful, animal – those were the adjectives used to describe me. Not fast, or skilled, or talented, or even the word “runner.” Was it because of the way I looked? I couldn’t help but be slightly offended, hurt and extremely self-conscious. I had just finished second, among world-class competition, and I was asked to explain my performance and myself.

Immediately, the first thoughts in my head were “Why am I here? How did I run that fast? I don’t look like I’m supposed to look?” I let those comments and doubts interfere with celebration of my achievement. In fact, that night I let myself stagger in confusion and self-deprecation, crying and wishing I could change how I looked to avoid future speculation from others and my own critical eye.

Like many women – and runners – I have had an eating disorder. However, trail running is what motivated my recovery. When I started running is when I decided to take care of myself, to listen to my body and respect it. Although I am recovered now, it’s a dynamic process and one I can never ignore. This was made clear by my shear devastation brought on by a comment about my weight.

IMG_4076 VISION Colorado PrideSo I challenged that doubt and fear. I don’t need to look different to be considered a runner. I am one. I challenge that thought in all of us. Take a breath and decide to take action. Maybe the action is an out loud declaration, quiet introspection or venting. For me, it’s an all out battle inside my head to accept those uncomfortable thoughts that are urging me, convincing me that I “don’t look like a runner” and that I must change my physical state to match a certain standard. They’re bullshit. Complete. Total. Irrational. Bullshit.

I can run. I can move. Uphill. Strong. Fast. Running. I am a runner.

What is a runner supposed to look like anyway? I am a runner and so are you, no matter the size and shape of our bodies, no matter the distance covered or the terrain encountered.

I was made to run. My soul feels it; my body knows it; my heart longs for it. These are the thoughts I listen to. I am a runner. I chose to run toward that truth.

This article originally appeared on Hillary’s blog.

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  • John says:

    To quote man much greater than I.
    \”It is not the critic who counts\”
    Those of us who struggle with our weight have one more obstical between us and our achievements than our weight – it is folks who speak without thinking. Enjoy the praise – whatever the wording – it is well intended and well deserved. You are a reminder that a few extra obsticals do not make the goal impossible. You are a runner and an athleat by what you do not what others think,

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