I’m fat

When I went to register for the Newport Marathon… on the registration form there was a checkbox for Hercules Division. What the? OH I GET IT! Nice way to say fat people’s group. To qualify… regardless of your height… you have to be over 190 pounds. I weigh just over 190 right now. (Too much good stuff over the Holiday’s)

So there it is. I’m ‘Herculean’... but not hercu-lean I guess. Now… I had a bit of a complex when my when I looked at the insurance charts for proper weight and noticed I am above the large frame recommendation. No… have no idea what size frame I have… I am not a picture… but I do know that for my height I am over the max for large frame.

So there it is… by Newport Marathon standards… and by insurance charts… I am overweight. Now for running… weight does sure matter. I figure my ideal marathon weight is 175… but I’d be happy to be just under 180. So yeah… I have some weight to lose. Anyone want it?

Funny that when I was younger I was doing everything I could to gain weight and I couldn’t gain an ounce. Drank those body builder concoctions… ate like a pig… never could gain. Then one day… seemingly overnight… I went from skin and bones to being able to pinch a little flab on my stomach. Eck… where did that come from. There was never a point I was the right weight… it was like a line I tried to reach… but I jumped right over. You spend all your life climbing up or down the mountain… but where is the vacation on the top? It is like a point so mathematically small that it might as well not exist.

The nice part about running is the more you weight… the more calories you burn. The not so nice part is that running makes you very hungry. Sometimes I want to eat my own arm. (Except I guess it not lean enough right now)

So did I check that box on the registration? HELL NO! I’m afraid I’d lose a few pounds before the race and accidentally win the division only to have so other herculean runners attack me. I guess it is comforting to know I could out run them though.