I'm doing marathon training as part of my local running club and there are two hamplanet "fathlete" women who are going to "run" a marathon.
Okay, great! If I have to witness fat people in the wild, I like to see them trying to not be fat anymore (instead of, say, eating for 6 at a Golden Corral).
What I don't like to see is the fucking attitude.
You know... the club has hundreds of members, and take 1 guess which, out of those hundreds, has a facebook banner picture that is one of those, "I'm a runner not because I'm fast... or good at it... or try at all... but because I say I am!" Of course it's the fucking ham.
All of us in the training program... some of us have run 18 marathons, for a lot of us, this will be first... some of us have a 7:30 conversational pace, others closer to 10... but we're all extremely humble and supportive of each other. We're training together, not competing.
Guess which ones are the only people to ever say something like, "oh, we gotta beat so-and-so on this run!" That's right, only the fat people say things like this.
Guess which ones treat the fact that their GPS is fucked up and is reporting an extra half mile on their run as meaning they "ran even further" than the rest of us? That's right, only the fat people.
And which two people are always dead last? That's right, the fat people. Their running pace is equal to my walking pace.
Last night we did a 7 mile tempo run. I finished in about 1 hour flat.
These two started 40 minutes earlier than the rest of us. I passed them at mile 5.5. The last stretch was running the perimeter of a big open park, so I had a great view of the course from the finish area. I watched these two cut at least full quarter mile off the finish by cutting diagonally across the park.
When they finished, they started bragging about how they finished before the trainer did. You know, the trainer, who smoked me by 8 minutes in the last 10k race we did together and is purposely running with the slower folks to encourage them and keep them paced. The trainer who isn't running even close to a tempo pace.
"Oh let's go run <the trainer in>! He needs some help finishing the course! TEE HEE" they were squawking.
I wanted to punch them in their fat faces. This is why people hate fathletes. They're acting like they're even on the same planet, let alone the same level, as runners who aren't carrying an additional 50 or 60 or 100 pounds on their backs.
I'm sure a lot of runners would look at my pace and laugh at me, and I'm okay with that, because I know I'm not a competitive runner (yet). I'm not on the same planet as these guys. But I don't pretend to be. I admire them and ask for their advice. I certainly don't brag about finishing ahead of them when they're obviously running way below their ability to help some friends.
What is with fat people and bragging about things they shouldn't brag about? "I'm so cute, look at my curves teehee!!!" "I'm so fast, look at me, I did 14 minutes per mile this time!! TEE HEE!!!" God damnit, I hate that shit. Learn your fucking place and stay in it. You wanna brag? Earn the right to.
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[–] 32DDbitches 0 points 6 points 6 points (+6|-0) ago
So, I hear you're an astrophysicist...