Wednesday around 6:30 pm I was on site in Dexter for the RF501 group run, otherwise known as "hill repeat torture." We set out perkily and as we trundled across the grass next to the strip mall parking lot a sports car with a couple of guys in it swung down the road and the driver leaned out and screamed, "You can run all you want; you'll still be (garbled)!" I vaguely heard his passenger howl with laughter as the driver gunned the engine and the car roared away. I turned to my running buddy L and said, "What did he say?" thinking, did I really just hear what I think I heard... She responded: "I think he said, 'run all you want, you'll still be fat'."
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING FAT, DICKCHEESE?
DOES THIS LOOK FUCKING "FAT" TO YOU???
You can see my ribs, for fuck's sake! (and some fabulous guns if I may say so myself.)
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY AND HANG WITH US THROUGH FIVE MILES OF HILL REPEATS, ASSHOLE! OR BETTER YET CAN YOU EVEN RUN A FUCKING MILE?
Note: in our little group of three (two women, one man), none of us could remotely be considered fat. Or even overweight. We're all training for marathons which will be run in a month's time. We're all lean mean running machines. I was chomping on this insult during the entire workout and it even carried over to this morning when I churned out an 8:16 8th mile. Yes, I tend to dwell on things. A little righteous anger tends to spur me onward.
I am NOT fat. I have worked SO hard to get where I am today. I have lost sixty pounds. Yeah, I may still be carrying around a little extra on my frame (at least to my eyes...I'm not at my goal weight yet) but I am NOT FAT.
I RAN EIGHT MILES THIS MORNING BEFORE WORK; WHAT DID YOUR DUMB ASS DO? HUH?
I thought so.