Well today was a good day for a run. I was able to get 3.3 miles on the treadmill while my youngest slept and it felt great! Today was one of those days were running was easy and I just was able to get out of my own mind the entire time. It was wonderful, just 39 wonderful minutes all to myself. Bliss :)
During my 39 minutes I was thinking about body goals and how we view fitness. When you stop and think about healthy bodies(or your version of the ideal body) what do you see? Someone lifting weights? Big arms? Strong legs? Someone riding their bike? For me, it's a blonde swinging ponytail. (why does it have to be blonde? Why not brunette?) I always think of a blonde woman running with her ponytail swinging, for some reason that is what my conscience associates with the ideal body. I have had that imagine in my head for YEARS! Another reason why this image doesn’t make sense, is that it isn’t until that past 2-3 years that I started running. I hated running before this! (I mean I still have a love/hate relationship with it)
I think the reason I have associated a blonde runner with the ideal body is because of how hard running can be. Any exercise really, but the act of putting one foot in front of the other and just seeing how far you can go is… well kind of intimidating. It's scary putting all your faith in yourself and your ability to succeed. Or maybe it's just all the media relentlessly pushing the image in my head and it sticking.