A few minutes ago I walked in from running about 2400 steps at Red Rocks Amphitheatre here in Colorado. I wasn’t alone. Lots of folks do that every day. Old folks, young folks, men, women, people with pets.
And fat folks.
Today as I was heading down the northern steps I watched a woman whose body much resembled mine some thirty years ago head up the stairs. She was much shorter, but she was large.
Man that woman has GUTS.
She was with a friend. Taking her time. The 9 am sun was getting warm out there. I can attest.
I can guarantee you that a few folks were probably making fun of this brave woman. Even taking photos.
Like Brit bodybuilder Diana Andrews, above, did at her gym when she took an unflattering photo of a fellow gym goer on a treadmill and posted it online with some vicious comments.
Ms. Andrews, with her fake lashes, fake eyebrows, fake cheekbones, fake lips and fake boobs got summarily blasted on Twitter, to the point where she had to take her social media accounts private.
Not before she protested that she hadn’t meant to harm or insult anyone.
You sure as hell did, Diana. And so do all the other so called fitness gurus who take to social media and post photos of those of us- and that includes me because I was once a fatty who put the cracks in the sidewalk when I ran -who do our damnedest to work with what we have to get in better shape. This kind of terror is what keeps a whole lot of folks out of the gym in the first place.
Who can blame them?
A friend of mine on Linked In commented recently that courage is in short supply lately.
I beg to differ. I see it everywhere. That woman pushing herself up 400 tough mudder stairs at 6200′ altitude in the heat of early summer sure as hell has courage.
Any overweight person who has the fortitude and guts to face potential criticism and jeering, fat shaming and laughter to get out and try to get it done, is, as far as I’m concerned, a home town hero in this world of people like Diana Andrews. She of surgical procedures and backbiting.
It is hard enough to get out the door. When we are attacked for our efforts, precisely what do you expect us to do? That’s like expecting us to clean the house before the housekeeper shows up.
Every chance I get, I do my best to encourage. Nothing but nothing inspires me more than seeing someone who has a long road ahead, taking on that journey.
That, as JFK used to say, is a profile in courage.