John and I registered to walk in the SLC 5k next week. I don't know why, but I'm slightly offended by the fact that we had to enter the "Clydesdale/Athena" category. Which is just a glossed over way of saying that we're a couple of fat asses. What irks me even more is that an "Athena" is any woman over 140 lbs. Even if I get to my goal weight I'll be over 140 lbs! I think my skeleton alone weighs 140 lbs.
I generally don't participate in activities specifically geared towards The Skinnies. I always have been, and likely will forever be, a Fat Chick. And it's pretty common knowledge that Fatties and Skinnies just don't get along. It's like the Jets and the Sharks, or the Montague's and Capulet's. But, I married into a family of Skinnies and, well, they're not so bad, those Skinnies.
So, John and I are going to get our respective Clydesdale and Athena sized butts out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn next weekend and waddle around a 5k route. Seeing as how both John and I are regular exercisers (despite what the number on the scale might say), a 5k isn't that big of a deal for either of us to walk (I don't run. It's just not right, that running). I think Alex (who we all know is a Skinny) will have a ball watching all the runners whizzing past him in his stroller, and I want to get used to supporting my Skinny son, who will likely be more like my Skinny in-laws and actually ENJOY running in races.
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