|Grilled chicken, apples, walnuts, feta cheese and light vinagrette dressing = super yummy!|
Saturday I was out for a 3-mile run and it was super hot. I was just starting to lose my 'umpf' and take a walk break, when 3 mean boys piled in the front of a pick up truck decided to drive around the corner and point and laugh at me. One of them said "look at the fat girl running." After they passed, I turned around and the driver still had his head out the window watching me. Naturally, I threw my middle finger in the air and kept on going. I finished my 3 miles strong thanks to them, but I'd be lying if I said that didn't put a damper on the rest of my day. I know where I came from and am so proud of myself and what my body can do now, but that's never fun to hear. Especially because I am feeling so great about where I am lately.
Sunday I got up to run and was feeling pretty over Saturday's incident. I purposefully ran down the same road that the pick up boys found me on. I'm not sure why I chose that route. Maybe I was hoping to run into them and show them their opinions wouldn't stop me? The reason I'm sharing this is to let people know that while sometimes peoples comments will sting, I have received far more positive comments than negative. I have trained overweight, raced overweight, struggled overweight and this one time will not cover up all the encouragement I've received so many times in the past. I'm obviously running and eating healthy for myself, but those pick up truck boys definitely helped me find even more motivation I didn't know I had.