The Biggest Cry Baby
The Biggest Cry Baby
Another week down. Another week closer to our first race.
Last night at the gym, I was just starting to run when I glanced to the left and saw The Biggest Loser playing on a TV at the end of the room. I immediately unplugged my headphones and scurried down the row to grab a treadmill that lined up better with this TV. As I hoped, this show inspired me to push myself harder. I decided I would run hard as long as the show was on and then slow to a brisk walk during commercial breaks. The show is an hour long, so I ended up running twice as long as I had planned.
The 350 pound man that won the mile long challenge ran it in 14:40. So of course, I had to be able to do better than him! Next scene, Jillian is screaming at them to get back on the #*$^$*#ing treadmill. Then the other trainer screams “You know why you can’t quit? Because you weigh 460 pounds! Get back to work!”
Ok, so I don’t weigh 460 pounds or even half that – but it’s easy to tell myself “I’ve done enough today” when I get a little bored. Watching how hard these people struggled gave me the extra push I needed to work harder. After all, I wasn’t anywhere close to a jiggling heap of tear-stained moosh on the gym floor and my goal is still months away.
There is just one problem. It’s hard to run when you’re trying not to cry and your throat closes down and you can’t breathe. It’s also a little embarrassing when you’re running and your breathing starts sounding like you’re sucking air through a harmonica. People are bound to come ask if you’re having a heart attack if you don’t get it together, pronto.
Crying? Me? Over a dumb TV show? I know, trust me. I know. Toby will make tons of fun of me when he reads this.
But here’s the deal. There is one contestant whose story really gets to me. Her name is Abby and two years ago she lost her husband, daughter and newborn baby in a car accident. Her whole family, gone in an instant. I just can’t stop asking myself, “how does this woman even get out of bed in the morning?”
This is far and away my biggest fear. This thought crosses my mind every time Toby and Robbie drive away without me. My whole world, every thing on earth that matters most to me, hurtling down the freeway at 75 miles an hour. I don’t think men have these thoughts. They’re too busy thinking about sex every seven seconds. But women do. It’s a “mom thing” and I’m confident I’m not alone here.
I’m not normally an emotional person. I’m not normally a big fan of TV, let alone reality TV. I don’t follow celebrities and I can only be counted on to know who’s in the finals on American Idol once every third season or so. But I think I’ll be watching this series every Tuesday this season – and pulling for one contestant in particular. She must be a fighter.
* We biked the frontage road from the Great Salt Lake Marina to the SLC Airport. If you haven’t done that, let me just say this; it offers a complex bouquet of aromas I guarantee you’ve never smelled before. And will never want to smell again. In spite of the stench, it was a very good ride because we didn’t have to fight traffic and we could ride without obstacles for 25 miles.