13 miles ✅ And I got permission from the coach man to take dancing breaks. Because why wouldn't you take dancing breaks on your long runs? 💃🏻 Get used to the sports bra. I'm done feeling too insecure to run in one. Bye bs insecurities. If you need me, I'll be kicking ass and taking names while I rock a sports bra. 💪🏽 #RunSelfieRepeat
I used to feel envious of the women who were confident enough to run in a sports bra, ESPECIALLY during the summer when my shirt was heavy and soaked through with sweat. What I would do to feel comfortable and confident enough to run in a sports bra! To not spend my time worrying about what the strangers passing by on foot, bike, or in cars might think when they saw me running by sans shirt. So I ran a marathon. And then I ran 4 more and still I didn't feel confident enough to take my shirt off when the temperature rose. Well, not anymore!
That all changed this past weekend because I've decided to finally close the chapter on my own personal insecurities and finally run in my sports bra. I'm done worrying about what other people might think about my body. Do I really care if someone judges how I look while I run 13 miles in a sports bra? HELL NO. Not anymore.
Look, I grew up being called hippo and fat. We say sticks and stones but I'm not going to pretend that being put down or judged doesn't hurt. But why do we let a stranger's opinion influence how we feel about ourselves? I'm the one out there kicking my own ass, pushing myself to put my strongest foot forward. Enough is enough, I'm running in a sports bra from here on out.
Strength doesn't look a certain way, it feels a certain way. And running my 13 mile long run this weekend in a sports bra was one of the most liberating moments of my life and I really wish I would have done it sooner. I love my body but it's hard not to compare myself to the women I see in the Instagram feeds of my favorite brands because I don't look like them. It's hard to look at the one body type being represented and not feel a tiny bit insecure, like I'm not "enough". But then I remember, I'm not just enough, I'm more than enough. The little voice that tells me otherwise is just my own personal insecurities talking. I'm strong, beautiful, unique, confident, brave, driven and powerful. I have love handles, stretchmarks and the opposite of rock hard abs and yet I'm still proud of the imperfect body I work ridiculously hard for.
Don't just feel strong, put your strength on display. I'm done waiting for an end result. I'm celebrating where I'm at now. We're all beautiful in our own unique ways. Let's remind the world that just because big brands think strength looks a certain way, the only way we'll change the mold is if we refuse to be defined. I'm not running to look like their version of strength. I'm running to feel strong, empowered, and unstoppable. The foxy body is just an added bonus.
It doesn't matter how badly you want something. It's how hard you're willing to work for it. Running isn't pretty and I refuse to pretend that running towards a BQ is easy and effortless. I'm struggling. But I'm fighting and I'm going to keep fighting because I refuse to quit just because it's getting really f*cking hard. THAT is #WhyWeSweat. #RunSelfieRepeat #TeamWR
If you need me, I'll be out kicking ass in my sports bra. I hope you will too. Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.