Revenge Is A Dish Best Served...Running

Tuesday night, on my run home from work, I had to stop at one of the busy intersections to wait for the light to change. I may or may not have been singing/dancing while I waited. Okay, yeah, I was. ;) Anyway, the cars going south started to go and I looked up in into the face of a boy smiling at me from a car going by. I knew that boy. I was in love with that boy’s dad once.

The whole time that M and I were friends, I was overweight…300+ pounds. He told me many times that he loved me but not like THAT. He told me he needed me too but not like THAT. Eventually he told me that he needed a beautiful woman on his arm and I wasn’t THAT woman. Something inside shriveled up when I heard that. Rat bastard. Oops, sorry. ;)

Yeah, yeah. I know. He obviously had some self esteem issues too that he needed to be validated by being with someone beautiful on the outside. At the time though, I just felt…shredded.

Of course, I had all the usual revenge scenarios. In my favorite one, we would meet again and I would be tall and leggy (because my legs would have magically grown 3 inches), drop dead gorgeous w/ perfect makeup and hair (obviously a wig since my hair has a mind of its own), and in a sleek, sexy dress wearing Eff Me shoes (despite the fact that I can’t walk in high heels to save my life). Hey, it was a revenge fantasy so might as well go for broke. ;) Anyway, he’d obviously realize he’d made a huge mistake but this time I’d be the one that would be doing the walking.

Instead…the next time he saw me it was while I was running and covered in sweat!

The light changed for me and I continued on my run home, singing along to the Black Eyed Peas Rock That Body and smiling to myself. Because you know what? That was the best revenge scenario I could have dreamed of. I was wearing one of my favorite tanks and my favorite, flirty blue running skirt. I was in the middle of a fabulous, hard run that made me feel alive. I was feeling strong and sexy and beautiful. I was doing the thing I love most in the world. And I didn’t give a damn what he thought.  

So I may not be model perfect but really, who is? You know what? I'm even better than that now. I'm a runner! Scratch that...I'm an ultrarunner!

Yeah, my life is good just the way it is. :)