I have seen many posts on here from folk with concerns of how they may look if seen in public.
Well as I drive about I see lots of runners and the range of "styles" of running is immense, a friend of mine looks as if she's about to fall flat on her face, I stumble along, then there's head wobblers, folk who kick a leg out, shufflers, arse wobblers and many many more
On top of this we come in all shapes and sizes (I'm a little pot bellied running machine) and of course various styles of dress
But you know what I look at all of them and just think get on there well done, no matter what shape,size or style we're a pretty awesome bunch
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Me too RFC! Air guitars , drums, dancing. I have to tell myself off at times as I start bouncing too much so losing time and making the run harder than it need be π I can't help it sometimes. Wilson Picket usually sets me off or Kenny Loggins Footloose. Every runner should have Footloose on their running tunes list! π
I am nearly 60, and as an older woman, have the cloak of invisibility so can do what the hell I like out there. πππΌ
Love it! I have been known to surprise a few dog walkers with a spectacular solo boogie in the middle of a field of a particularly rousing song comes on - and to think I used to avoid running anywhere I might be seen π
Did I mention before that I sometimes wear a selection of NBA outfits? I resemble a running commercial but tend to believe that I carry them with panache and swagger and the looks I get are the ones of envy
I ran past two people yesterday who I know were talking about me as I ran past in my neon glittery legwarmers and other bright running attire. But you know what, they were outside smoking, and I was busy getting fabulously fitter.
Me too! I also have flashing lights on my trainers. My husband said, βPeople will think youβre a motorbike. Well, at your speed maybe a mobility scooter.β
yes I have a flashing light that pins on, reflective neon clothing and various reflective attatchments, when I get it all on I'll be like a bloody Christmas tree
I caught a glimpse of myself yesterday in the reflection of a window... I can't say that I looked wonderful (I was in the last run of the "session" for the day).. but I didn't dwell on that, because I am super proud of myself for getting out there and running!!! We all should focus on that, not on how we look doing it!
I have no idea what I look like running but I know by the time I get back I'm a lovely colour red. Looked very fetching tonight against my new fluorescent yellow top π€£
You remember the Roly Poly dance troupe that was on tv in the 80βs?
So wrap them up in dayglo yellow (everyone runs better in dayglo yellow!), have them cursing and panting, wobbling and shuffling along, add a smile the size of the Cheshire Cat and thatβs my style.
I would run and hug a larger person red faced and sweaty and jogging than a peacock strutting hipster / aviator glasses duck pout type any day.
Be proud of what you are doing people. We are proud of you.
I agree. As I ve got older i actually dont care what ppl think. A friend told me she was running with a lovely big lady who was doing really well. Some yobs passed in a car and shouted abuse at her. She was mortified.BUT she has carried on. So she is the winner the yobs will always be just that.
Conclusion...we are doing this for us our health and well being
Those who care for us will encourage us those who don t don t matter
I think that too rolysmate ...loads of people run past my house & I admire them..tall, short, wobbly, lean...theyβre out there & I always give them a silent cheer!! π
On my way to work I often see a very large lady, who is kitted out in her running gear and doing a kind of shuffle along the path, faster than walking, slower than jogging, but she covers a lot of ground, does it regularly and seems to be enjoying it mightily. She rocks, in other words.
Me? I'm a huffer and a puffer and I go bright beetroot red. I'm sure passers by think I'm about to have a heart attack. I have a wobbly tum also and a pair of boobs determined to regularly escape from my front-loading sports bra. But we do it, we're out there. And that's what makes us AWESOME! π
I love this! Luckily Italians generally like the idea of looking the part at every occasion, whatever it might be, so the risk of getting looked at strangely is virtually nil. Basically it is a nation of Zoolanders (intended with no disrespect whatsoever, quite the contrary!). Plus I have noticed that dayglo yellow is big news here. I reckon the neon glittery legwarmers would go down a storm.
(Of course that could be all nonsense and people might just point and snigger - but if I believe the former, then it's all good, right?!).
One of my golden rules with my kids, one of those I repeat so often they start rolling their eyes, is that there are few things more commendable than a person trying to better themselves in any way, and so their efforts are sacrosanct and never to be sneered at. (Even when neon legwarmers are involved).
I usually run with an alsatian and large Staffordshire Bull terrier in tow (or sometimes they tow me!) so I never really worry about what people think as I puff past π
Also with headphones in, you can just duck your head down and pretend they're not there...
I'm barely visible as I'm only 5 feet tall with a style of survival-mode, one foot at a time, very slow, some may say ladylike. Sometimes with my π trying to pull me on the grass or just forward blowing my nose constantly, with pretty volcano red face (almost from the start, just give me 3 min to have my 'war colours' on)
But who cares? I'm oit, I'm running, I'm enjoying my life
Nice one! I'm a wibbly wobbler with a bright red face, gasping, especially in summer. Thank god for the cooler weather. I've stopped wearing the neon orange top as hurts my eyes although I may resume if I run in the dark ever. I usually run during the day. As for the rest of my outfit it varies and to be honest as long as I am comfortable, these days I don't give a monkey's although I do get a few looks sometimes, and that's when I know my face is changing colour!! So to all the wibbly wobbler runners of the world, keep going and keep wobbling! xx
I think my problem is meeting people who know me, or know me vaguely and of course, other far better runners who have probably forgotten that everyone has to start somewhereπ
oh trust me there are plenty of others out there just starting out and other runners I have found are generally friendly of that involved in what they're doing they don't see you
People you know, well again I think most will be amazed/supportive/jealous so nothing to fear there
If this little pot bellied old duffer can do it so can you
On weeks one and two, I made sure I hid my running lycra body behind one of my husbands larger longer running tops or his high vis jacket. Then I got too hot and thought stuff this, now I run dressed for the weather. Sod it if they see my tummy ripples or my large arse. I'm running!
I usually stick to early morning runs. Yesterday I unintentionally set out at 2.30 which meant running past a school at pick up time. I considered a last minute detour, then I said to myself how many of those waiting people can do this?? So I held my head up, picked up pace slightly and ran past them. No one even battered an eye lid!!!!
I like to sing and wave my hands around to the music. We use Makaton at work (simple sign language) so I often sing in sign. People must think I'm a nutter. I hope nobody is reading my poor attempt at signing/singing while running. Could work out badly. πΆ
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We all should focus on that, not on how we look doing it!
blowing my nose constantly, with pretty volcano red face (almost from the start, just give me 3 min to have my 'war colours' on) 
Embarrassed by my pace.
Newbie, again, kind of....
