Okay, so the title is a little disingenuous. I do not ever (any more) apologize for being me. You don’t like it? Chuck Fou Yarley… drive on by. I get tired of people trying to make it my fault for their shit. I’m done.
That said… I was running through the groups, on Facebook, that I really (sometimes) enjoy reading this morning and I feel like this all needs to be said…
To the person with RA who’s response to someone asking for help/advice in desperation who’s only response to the cry for help was “buy a dishwasher or stop washing dishes”… you’re not part of the solution, you, my dear troll, are part of the problem. If you are in the group because you have RA and your only ONLY response is snark, I’m sorry that the rest of us take up space in your world . It must be nice being queen of the May, but you know what… bite me. I may not have answers for the person asking but I’m damn sure either going to say nothing or try to be supportive and understanding. RA sucks. Being a b#$%h sucks worse. She didn’t deserve your snark. I apologize for trying to maintain as normal a life as I can while gagging down a fist full of pills every day to help me do that. It keeps me semi-functional.
To the person who felt compelled (again) to bitch about those of us who are such dismal failures that we can ‘only’ finish a half marathon in 2:45 or longer who are taking up valuable space on the road (having paid our 100 – 200 – 300 dollars to be in the same freaking race as you) by walking part of the race while your narrow ass is… oh wait… yeah… STARTING BEHIND US else you wouldn’t be bitching about us being there you would have already crossed the finish line… Walkers shouldn’t be allowed in races. Really? What exactly is the cut off for speed in a race? Because, you know, I may not be doing a 4 minute mile for 13 miles, but I’ve improved significantly over the past year. What is the speed cut off to be in your special neck of the world? You’re not talking about running Boston or New York or even Chicago… your talking about running a freaking Disney race for crying out loud. If the people you are bitching about are in any way in front of you, that says way more about you than about them. The only exception to that statement is the Dead Last Club who start out with the balloon ladies and see how many kills they can accumulate by the finish line. Them I get, but you know what… they have manners… they probably would rather have more slower people in the race so there are more people they can pass. You… princess butt muffin… you are just whining to whine. The waaaaaaambulance is coming so hop on. To you I apologize for taking up your valuable space and air.
I apologize for not running when obviously the fact that I can run walk run faster than you can flat out run simply makes me a poser. My race, my pace and when I pass you walking while you are running, I won’t pass judgement on you, I will just run my race.
I apologize for caring and trying to be a friend when it has become obvious that lies and deceit are what was driving everything. If you read this and you understand that this time it is directed at you… good. If not, whatever.
And finally (and this one is genuine) I apologize to WW for passing judgement when I shouldn’t have. I still don’t get the logic and I still kind of track in a way that works for me (ie… If I have a smoothie and I know that the smoothie is one cup and it WILL hold me for a few hours… I will still track it as 0 points). It worked for me. Online worked for me. Meetings are working for me (albeit the early early early one so I can still do crap on my Saturday). I’m 2 weeks in to maintenance and one week out from infusion still tracking to my goal weight. Yesterday I ate too much… today will be better.
And to you… I apologize for the rant. But when my head is going to explode because it is so full of the stupid banging around in there, I feel compelled (driven) to let it out before it spills out on my family and co-workers. It’s Monday and a no-run (rain and rest day and post leaf blowing day) day and there are days when rant is the only way to stay sane.
Love and Light
April
11/5/2018
A Figment Of Fitness 