It’s one thing to obsess over Michelle Obama’s arms. Or your Physique 57 instructor’s entire body. But as far as I’m concerned, those aren’t REAL people. They are public-facing heroes of the human form. I imagine they can dedicate something I can’t to their bods. (Ie: Close the East Wing! It’s Soul Cycle time, baby! Evidently this is happening, lucky lady.)
So when I see someone in amazing shape in the wild (re: on the subway, at a party) I get a major girl crush. Who is this perfect human specimen?
I wonder (out loud, usually) what her secrets are and immediately want to be her best friend cum workout buddy. And for all my self-perceived complexity this ends with a pretty straightforward response: I start friend hitting on her.
This weekend I met a girl with enviable arms and I was all like “What’s your name?What do you do for fun? What did you eat for lunch? Am I doing crunches the wrong way? How fast can you run a mile?”
Luckily most people love to be emphatically complimented so my sycophancy usually leads to extended conversation. I am hoping to hear something she knows that I don’t. Some sort of trick or secret like “to get my arms you need to eat one grapefruit a day and do 50 tricep dips.” But so far, I get pretty much the same type of answer: “Oh I run 7 miles 6 days a week, that’s how I got such strong legs.” or “Weird this is just my body.” Nothing that’s readily imitable, at least by me. At least yet.
Either way, the existence of these very-in-shape-but-not-famous people are incredibly aspirational for me. If they can manage 6-pack abs and a full time job, I can too. Right? (Are you there God? It’s me, Cuckoolemon.)
My runner’s high from last week has carried over. I am feeling strong. And you know what, it’s from running many times a week, and not a magic grapefruit. I am not adverse to hard work so maybe one day I will feel like those “in-the-wild role models.” It can’t hurt to keep asking for their knowledge (including their citrus consumption). In the meantime, I’m going to keep following Hal Higdon‘s training plan.
Training for the upcoming half is still feeling really good. I went to Falls Village, Connecticut in the Berkshires this weekend. It is not flat there. At all. I did a 6 mile run and ate hills for breakfast. Like. A. Champ.
Who motivates you to keep going?