Something I'm not... really I'm not
Jun. 2nd, 2003 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonMy hairy legs are driving me batty. I swear it is growing faster. Time to try waxing again in spite of known, extreme pain factor?
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bluechromis is back, I'll go ahead and post the post I've known all along she'd find amusing. You listenin', girl? Well, I realized last week that I have a very funny hangup about being called an athlete--I just won't stand for that. Oh, I might work out several times a week and love it, I might be quite comfy saying I'm strong, or do martial arts, or that my cardio system seems happy lately. But don't call me an athlete unless you want to watch me scramble to deny it. It's not that I think an "athlete" is a lunkhead or anything... more that beyond just working out, athletes are supposed to be good at physical things. And I've been convinced for a long time that, sex aside, I'm just not. Or maybe it's just that I think an athlete has to play sports (now there's another word that fills me with dread and memories of high school gym class crapola). I talked about this with my co-worker P and he says he thinks of me as an athlete, and even a pretty good one better than a lot of college athletes, but jesus h., I just can't do it. In fact I writhed with embarrassment while he said that. I think athlete and then I think competition and then I think defeat and then I think don't even try.
Intriguingly, even in high school I had no problem thinking of myself as being in pretty good shape. This is apparently different. I remember being put in the lowest-out-of-four PE groups in 9th grade after a 22-minute run that I really wasn't motivated about, and which they sorted us by. I saw myself surrounded by pudgy outta-shape people, got pissed off and by the end of the year was in the top group... it was me, a couple other normal people and all these athletes. Hehehe, funny. So... trade? I won't ever call you smart again if you never say I'm an athlete?
So, now that
bluechromis is back, I'll go ahead and post the post I've known all along she'd find amusing. You listenin', girl? Well, I realized last week that I have a very funny hangup about being called an athlete--I just won't stand for that. Oh, I might work out several times a week and love it, I might be quite comfy saying I'm strong, or do martial arts, or that my cardio system seems happy lately. But don't call me an athlete unless you want to watch me scramble to deny it. It's not that I think an "athlete" is a lunkhead or anything... more that beyond just working out, athletes are supposed to be good at physical things. And I've been convinced for a long time that, sex aside, I'm just not. Or maybe it's just that I think an athlete has to play sports (now there's another word that fills me with dread and memories of high school gym class crapola). I talked about this with my co-worker P and he says he thinks of me as an athlete, and even a pretty good one better than a lot of college athletes, but jesus h., I just can't do it. In fact I writhed with embarrassment while he said that. I think athlete and then I think competition and then I think defeat and then I think don't even try.Intriguingly, even in high school I had no problem thinking of myself as being in pretty good shape. This is apparently different. I remember being put in the lowest-out-of-four PE groups in 9th grade after a 22-minute run that I really wasn't motivated about, and which they sorted us by. I saw myself surrounded by pudgy outta-shape people, got pissed off and by the end of the year was in the top group... it was me, a couple other normal people and all these athletes. Hehehe, funny. So... trade? I won't ever call you smart again if you never say I'm an athlete?
