It's been a hard running week mainly due to a persistent back injury. Still, I'm managing to keep the kms going up.
Hubby and I may be going away for a few days... that will put a stop to my kms for the month but I have to learn to not get stressed about things like that... especially now when I'm not actually training for anything!
I'm up to 186kms so far this month... I'd love to see it around the 250kms mark and if we don't go away, should be able to get close... We'll see...
But I wanted to write about something else.
The other day hubby asked me how I was feeling about my body these days.
I've always considered myself chunky yet solid. I've always HATED, absolutely HATED my bigger bottom half. My legs are just huge. My bottom is wobbly and my legs are a not so nice mixture of solid and wobbly... full of jelly fat with nice hard muscle underneath...
I've run 1893kms so far this year so it's not a question of not enough exercise... it's just my genetics. (I've been running for 10 years)
Slowly I'm coming to terms with it.
I don't like it, but I'm almost able to accept it.
But when hubby asked me that question, I almost surprised myself with my answer.
I told him I actually am proud of my body. I'm proud of what my legs have managed to do. They've carried me through many kms and have helped me achieve my goal of running a marathon.
They may not be the prettiest things but goddam they're strong! So how can I not love that?
And yes I'll continue to wear long tops that hide my bottom and will switch to a running skirt when running in an event (hides the bottom nicely!) but I won't hate anymore... those body bits are mine and I'm damn proud of them!