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Judge me by my size, do you?

Saturday, November 09, 2013

I ran my fourth 5K of the year this morning. And by "run," I really mean "jogged, then power walked, then kinda waddled for about a mile, but totally finished at a sprint while everyone at the finish line was looking!" My pace was a whole four seconds faster than the last run I did, and, darn it, that's improvement. I had a lot of time to think during today's race - particularly between miles 1 and 2, which are my weak point, physically and emotionally - about how I'd never really be a runner and this was a disaster and I was totally fooling myself to pretend I'd ever improve. But I came to another realization, too - underneath all the discouragement and mental self-flagellation, I had a stone-cold confidence about the situation. I was confident that I wouldn't time well, and I certainly wouldn't place, that it would be hard, and I'd fight myself the entire way... but that I'd keep going, I wouldn't stop, and I'd finish strong. And I did.

At my first 5K back in April of this year, I was more nervous than you can imagine. Not only was the physical aspect overwhelming, but I was embarrassed. I wondered how someone my size and my fitness level could even pretend moving their hulking mass 3.1 miles around the course was a good idea that had any possibility of NOT ending in utter disaster. I could feel the eyes of everyone around me as I imagined they haughtily scoffed in my direction and wondered what the fat girl thought she was trying to prove and how long it would be until she dropped out. But, I didn't drop out. I finished. And I thought I was going to die. I spent the time between miles 1 and 2 chanting in mantra-like cadence "this was a bad idea, this was a bad idea." But when I hit that Mile 3 marker and saw the finish line, I felt like King Kong on steroids. (Bonus points if you get that reference.) I ran under the finish line and felt like I was going to explode from sheer excitement. My time was 54:10, but no one could say anything that could make me any less proud of what I'd accomplished.

My second and third runs were those novelty-type runs that are popular (and awesome) right now - Color Run and Aqua Run. At both runs, I found myself surveying the crowd, seeing if I stood out as the fattest one there, and trying to avoid the judgmental stares of those around me. But I ran Color Run faster than my first run, and, even more importantly, I felt better after I'd finished. In contrast to my run in April, where it took nearly two days before I even felt like a person again, I finished Color Run feeling awesome. Aqua Run I didn't time, but I had fun, and I played around, and I finished and again felt awesome.

This morning, I arrived at check-in and I could again feel people staring me down. This was a much smaller event, only about 64 runners. I was petrified of coming in last. I had visions of being the last runner left on the course, of running to the finish line as they were breaking it down and yelling "No! Wait for me!" as everyone laughed at the fat girl who couldn't run. Instead, the small crowd of runners were very supportive, smiling and chatting as we waited to start. Still, there were wayward glances here and there. But I realized, for the first time, that I didn't care. I truly did not. I had done three 5Ks already this year. I had business being there. I knew I would finish, no matter what they thought when they looked at me. I know at my first few runs, my mind was awfulizing the stares and glances and making them seem worse, more malicious than they were, because the deep-rooted shame I had about my own fitness level was exacerbating what was already there and transforming it into crippling disgust. I thought I was going to fail, so I assumed everyone else thought that, too. Today, I came out knowing I would succeed and that made all the difference.

Today was a harder run for me than the last two. It was chilly, which was rough on my asthma, and I had a terrible cramp down the back left side of my body that didn't let up from about a half a mile in. But, still, something amazing happened. For the first time, I passed other runners! People who started ahead of me finished behind me. I never thought I would pass anyone, and yet, I gleefully realized, not only was I not last, I was gaining on those ahead of me! Also, short of the first minute of two of the race where everyone is sorting themselves out from the start and organizing the pack, no one passed ME until a few late runners caught up near the end. I finished strong, ran under the finish line, and crumpled onto the curb to collect myself. But I. Felt. AWESOME.

"Running While Fat" is definitely a phenomenon I know other overweight runners have experienced. It's hard to be around fit runners who you know can lap you without breaking a sweat and not feel drastically unqualified to step onto the race course. But I'm finding my confidence building. It's empowering to know that, while they may finish in a third of the time I do, I'm heaving three times the body mass they are around the same course and still finishing strong. Maybe I will never be a "runner." But I'm finding myself out there on runs as I realize I'm not letting my weight define who I am an what I can do. As I divorce myself from the image of that fat girl who can't run, I'm finding the woman inside who doesn't care what anyone else thinks, who just wants to push herself to be better than she was the time before, and who might be just a little amused at the stares of people who never thought she'd finish as follow her across the finish line.

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DJ4HEALTH 11/12/2013 1:01AM

    I think it is great that you are able to run. Wish that I could do that but the arthritis in my ankle tells me no. As for those others that judge you that is their problem but I also think that there are allot of others that are proud that you are doing it and that you are trying to change your body into a stronger body. emoticon

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HIDDENRUNES 11/10/2013 5:45PM

    Good for you on gaining that confidence! emoticon

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ROBERT4242 11/10/2013 12:58AM

    Thanks for sharing. I've just added "jogging" to my 1.5 mile daily walk, and even though I'm not jogging along with anyone, I get that weird feeling that I'm being judged when I passing other runners and walkers along the way. Glad to know that it's just another self-inflicted mental/emotional hurdle that I can overcome by just sticking to the program.

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PBROWN5110 11/9/2013 10:02PM

  emoticon I am working myself up to "running while fat" (right now I'm still just "dancing while fat") so emoticon

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Grateful for Gratitude

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

At this current moment in time, I have two jobs. Both are more-or-less "part time," though labeling either of them in such terms is complicated. What's easy to explain, however, is that they play off each others' schedules well and I can frequently get a 5-6 day work week without a problem.

Today, however, they didn't mesh with each other quite as well as I'd like, and I wound up having to work BOTH jobs today. Luckily, my first obligation was only for 3.5 hours, and the second was 6.5, with an hour in between (that didn't feel like much of a break, as I frantically rushed from one job to the other, changing clothes in my car). It wasn't an outrageously long day, but it was demoralizing, and it was exhausting.

About halfway through the day, though, it dawned on me just how lucky I was to have this problem, though - I spent nearly 2 years unemployed or underemployed, feeling utterly useless and like a waste of a person because I couldn't contribute to my own financial well-being. It was a dark and difficult time in my life, and for a good portion of it, it didn't seem like it was ever going to get better. And now, here I am, not only with two jobs, but with a third I had to turn down. I am good at both jobs. I make money and I help support myself and my little family. I work hard, come home exhausted, do my best, and bring home a paycheck, and for a long time in my life, I wanted nothing more than the ability to do that. Even on days like today, when putting one foot in front of the other can take some serious mental preparation, I am not so far removed from desperation that I am ungrateful for the opportunity to work myself into the ground.

The American Dream has always been to rise up from nothing, work until you drop, and make it on your own. So, so many these days just don't get that opportunity. Having felt like I was one of them leaves me in a valuable position to truly appreciate my hardships as an opportunity to be grateful for the chance to work and the motivation to do well out of gratitude for that opportunity. Of course, I am human and there are days when the alarm is an enemy and my drive is totally flat-lined. But even just remembering to be thankful completely revolutionized my mood today, and it's such a simple way to improve your outlook. There's always something in every situation to be grateful for, even if you have to push aside pride, exhaustion, weakness, anxiety, or frustration to find it. And sometimes finding it is the key to getting through all the rest.


My Most Embarrassing Moment

Monday, January 14, 2013

For many years, I didn't have an answer to the question "what's your most embarrassing moment?" for the simple reason that I do so many conventionally embarrassing things, intentionally, on such a regular basis, that it takes a lot to faze me. Then... THIS happened. This is actually a blog entry I wrote on another journal while I was still in college and the incident was fresh in my mind. I've largely preserved it for posterity, and thought I should share it with all of you now who have sadly been lacking awareness of this occurrence for so many years. I'll warn there is a slight bit of TMI in the story, but, really, it's a small price to pay for this much entertainment.


This is a tale from way way back in my sophomore year of college. You know, 2005. Perhaps you've heard it before, but I shall spin the tale, nonetheless, to entertain old and new listeners alike.

It was fall semester. I was taking a class called Wildlife Issues in the New Millennium. (What? It was a science credit!) Despite the name, it was actually very interesting material. The lecture itself, however, was NOT very interesting. However, one day a week, he showed a video in class and gave us a questionnaire for each video. One question from each of these questionnaires was on the exam. Being the grade-grubber I am/was/was striving to be, I, of course, showed up to each class to make sure I had all the lecture material handy. Luckily, I'd recently acquired a free laptop to keep me entertained in the non-pertinent parts of the class.

Now, when I say it was "free," well, there was a reason. It worked, sure. Much in the way a tornado is a gust of wind, it worked. It took small amounts of ritualistic dancing and minor insect sacrifice to get it turned on everyday, but once it was going, it generally kept it up. But, it was always a crapshoot. In order to give you hard numbers with which to envision this... it was a Compaq Presario 1200. The 2100 was already outdated at the time. It choked on Windows 98.

At any rate, I was one of the few students who actually attended every class, sitting right up in the front, feigning attention while really reading LiveJournal and chatting with friends. But the professor saw me there, assumed I was attentive, and gave me leeway when I slept through the second exam... er... appeared to like me. Plus, hey... this was 2005. Not everyone HAD a laptop yet! I was chic. I was sophisticated. My laptop, I thought, was my tool and my best friend.

Halfway through the semester, I would find out it was actually my downfall and my foe.

This one fateful day, class was ending and I was getting ready to pack up and move on to my next class. I began the lengthy process of coaxing my laptop into "sleep" mode so I could safely store it in my backpack while in transit. However, it refused to be subdued. My will to fight, however, was weakened by a nagging bladder and a 15-minute class change time. In desperation, I held down the power button, but to no avail. It simply would. Not. DIE. So, cursing under my breath, I grabbed that hunk of belligerent technology and trudged toward the single-stall unisex bathroom at the front of the lecture hall.

As I entered, I realized the door did not lock. Oh well, I thought to myself, I'll just put my backpack and computer right in front of the door! That way, if someone tries to come in, they'll hit them first and I'll have time to say something to stop them! It was only later I would discover the door opened not inward, but outward, any my plans at thwarting would-be intruders were ineffective.

Now, at this point, you may think you see where this is going. Oooooh no, my friends. You would be sorely mistaken.

I dropped my drawers, both over and under, and wedged them securely around my ankles. I sat on the pot and did my thing. When I was done, I reached for the toilet paper and wiped. Much to my dismay, it came back smeared with red. Was it that time of the month already? Okay, well, I have a pad in my backpack, so I'll finish cleaning myself and trudge over there.

Not wanting to soil my underpants, I waddled over to my backpack, drawers still around my ankles, and retrieved a pad from the pouch. As I was doing this, my laptop suddenly began emitting this piercing high-pitching WHIRR sound. Fantastic. I tucked the pad under my chin and opened up the laptop to press and hold down the power button until the infernal noise stopped. It would bow to my will this time!

At this EXACT MOMENT IN TIME, the door flies WIDE open.

There I am: naked from the waist down, pants and underpants around my ankles, feminine pad tucked under my chin, leaning over a computer (seemingly surfing the web or something, I don't know?), DIRECTLY in front of the door. With a VERY surprised college-aged male standing there staring at me from about two feet away. And two rows of students from the next class doing so from their seats. The kid who threw open the door stammered. I looked at him. He looked at me. Time froze.

After a few stunned moments, I managed to stutter, "C-C-C-CLOSE THE DOOR!" He nodded and did so. I finished up as quickly as I could and gathered up my things. I seriously considered addressing the class afterwards, explaining the situation. Surely they'd understand, right? Yeah, likely not so much. Besides... that would ensure they'd recognize me later. No, I did the wise thing- I RAN out of the bathroom and through the classroom doors, leaving the last of my dignity awash in my wake.

I didn't need it, anyway, right?

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PICKIE98 1/15/2013 4:36PM

    This happened with me, but not TO me, but still worth the sh--ts and giggles.

Not sure if this tops it, BUT "I was in Mexico on a vacation at age 17. A whole gaggle of junior high and high school students staying in a beautiful expensive hotel, downtown, 1970.
On the roof of this hotel was a nine hole golf course, a beautiful swimming pool, tiki hut tables for cocktails. Overlooking this whole shebang was huge, upscale, happening restaurant/bar with FULL GLASS WALLS, ,, everyone in the place, no matter where they were sitting, could see everything on this fourteen floor roof.
One of my classmates and I decided we were going to swim. (Did I mention that it was dark out, August, only lights were in the pool?)
We came up the elevator, with suits on, suitable covering on too. Sue did not bring her own suit, so borrowed her best friend, Julie's two piece suit..

I cannot dive, so I gently jump in in the deep end, come up for air and see Sue strutting her stuff to the diving board, telling me that she was going to show these Mexican bartenders how athletic and sophisticated American girls were....

She prances onto the diving board, turns around to face everybody in the place and the ten tiki hut tables scattered about on the outside(about two hundred people), spins back to face the lit up pool,
takes a big dive off the board, while I am sculling in the deep end waiting for her to surface.
five seconds alter, WHOOSh! Up she comes, with a huge beaming smile on her face, turns around facing them all , starts to swim to the ladder and both pieces of her suit floated towards ME! An E.F Hutton moment fer sure..
I jump out grasping her suit, toss her her beach towel and her entire red body came up the ladder and as she heads INTO THE RESTAURANT, , she punches the button for the elevator and it would not open... Finally it did and it was full of women WITH TIARAS on their heads(some royal thing going on here). Down the 'vator she goes, and for the next twelve days she stayed away from the bar!!
Every morning there was a note slipped under her door for a date form some guy working there!!

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ANDROMEDA1967 1/14/2013 10:04PM

    OMG, that is awful!! I think i would have transferred schools!

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KATRINAKRAUT 1/14/2013 9:45PM

    That is embarrassing., but rest assured, somebody out there has a story to trump it and so you are not alone. "Sh1t happens!". What can you do?

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KATRINAKRAUT 1/14/2013 9:44PM

    That is embarrassing., but rest assured, somebody out there has a story to trump it and so you are not alone. "Sh1t happens!". What can you do?

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TWIRLANDSWIRL 1/14/2013 9:02PM

    There was a brief moment where NOT making out alive seemed like the best option. :P

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WYTRIX 1/14/2013 9:01PM

    I'm sorry this happened to you, but OMG I am thankful for you sharing this made for comedy movie story! Glad you made it out alive!

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Twirl and Swirl

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I frequently get asked where my general purpose user name, "twirlandswirl," comes from. I usually flippantly answer, "oh, some poem," because saying I wrote it makes me feel like a teenager in a dark corner with a sketch book and a can of Red Bull. But, fact of the matter is, it IS a poem I wrote, and it's probably the single piece of work I've created that I'm most proud of. I'm not saying it is by any means "perfect," but I read it, and I feel exactly what I felt when I wrote it. It stirs in me exactly what I aimed for it to relate to the reader, and, in that respect, I believe it is a success. I wrote it in high school, and have made precious few revisions in the decade since.

I don't expect everyone to like it. I don't expect ANYONE to like it, per se. I'm not looking for people to assuage my ego, and don't want anyone to feel obligated to leave any feedback whatsoever. (Do feel free to! But I'm not fishing for compliments or anything.) But, as I keep getting asked just where it is twirlandswirl comes from, I thought I would supply a more thorough answer.

My world is cloaked in the darkness only the dead of night can bring
Over my head hang a thousand tiny worlds, unknown to those who dwell here
Pinpoints of light, as numerous as the grains of sand on a paradise beach
Dance the eternal dance of years gone by
My heart yearns to be among them
To join in, and learn the steps that only time can teach
I feel so misplaced on this cold, hard chunk called Earth
My spirit longs to be away
To soar higher than mortal men have dared to dream
To brush the sky with wings of light
To twirl and swirl and loose myself
Feel my body enveloped by the very fabric of time and space
I long to work my fingers through the threads that hold the Universe together
Have the secrets of infinity whispered into my ears by beings I cannot even comprehend
And be at home, finally home
Away from fear, doubt, and the chains that hold me here
Finally free, finally among the stars


Mindset - Bad Night

Monday, July 30, 2012

I'm struggling tonight.

I've actually made progress since my last update, but I'll catch up on that later.

Tonight, my anxiety levels are high. I'm tense. I can't relax, and I've been making poor food choices most of today because my mindset hasn't been good.

Now, it's 4am and I can't sleep. I can't even stand to have my eyes closed in bed. And all I can think about is food.

It's funny - when you're stressed because you know you've made bad choices, your mind just wants to make more and more bad choices. I don't know if it's because food is actively on my mind, which is resurrecting old urges, or that I feel as if I've already messed up, I may as well give up (for today, at least).

Either way, I need to sleep so my mind is better tomorrow. I can start over with the new day and, honestly, today won't matter, in the long run. But I can't get my mind to quiet down, and I don't like what it's saying.

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NEWMOM20121 8/31/2012 1:38PM

    I hope you were able to get some rest and start with fresh eye's today.

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IACTA_ALEA_EST 7/30/2012 7:56AM

    Try drinking a cup of hot broth....It really give you comfort and makes you feel full. If you dont like water will do.

hang in there girl sparker!!!! You can do it!

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BEAUTIFULBRIT50 7/30/2012 5:24AM

    emoticon emoticon

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HOTPINKCAMARO49 7/30/2012 5:03AM

  emoticon You go, girl! emoticon

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ZUZURUNS 7/30/2012 4:52AM

    That internal voice can really throw us for a loop! I've been working on changing that internal voice but it isn't easy!

Part of that for me is to not compare myself to everyone else. I have to start at my beginning and end at my end. I won't ever be able to be that other person. This is a big issue I have and a lot of it has meant that I make goals that I will fail without having to do much to fail.

Your not alone in the thoughts that are racing through your mind but neither do you need to be a prisoner to them.

I pray you find the key for you - we are all so unique in what works for us! emoticon

Comment edited on: 7/30/2012 4:56:04 AM

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KARENCRANER 7/30/2012 4:28AM

    I hope you get some rest and have a great fresh start tomorrow!

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    Hang in there. It's true that one bad day doesn't matter in the long run. We all have bad days. But don't listen to the bad things, and don't give in just because it seems it won't matter anyway. It does matter, and you know it. Be kind to yourself, think about all the efforts you've made, about all the *good* choices you've been doing. How about a late-night or early-morining walk, if that's at all possible? Maybe that would clear your mind, plus you'd get some exercise!

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