Tracy* and I went walking up the canyon tonight. It was part of a church activity, but we were a little more hard core (and less busy) than the other girls with us, so we went a little farther than they did, which meant we had some quality chat time.
Lately, Tracy has not been my favorite person (incidentally, this figure of speech is called a litotes and it’s a personal favorite, in case you were wondering and yes, I am just that big of a nerd). The reason: we went to dinner a while back and we were talking about running and I was telling her my average pace and she did one of these, “Oh! Oh. Oh…hmm.” Exactly. We had talked about going running together, but after that incident, I had no desire to run with her. I didn’t say anything to her because I knew she realized her error, but when she called me to see if I wanted to run with her, I just didn’t call her back. (Yep, sometimes I am seriously immature). So, being left alone with her tonight was not my idea of a good time (litotes, again).
Funny how less than ideal situations often turn into exactly what we need.
After discussing how our ward (Mormon equivalent of a congregation or parish) needs a little help. We then turned to fitness and food addiction. Yes, there was a segue, but that’s not the point. Eventually we came to the topic of how best to support someone who struggles with their weight. Tracy, while heavier than she has ever been, is a petite size 6 and very cute. She was talking about one of her friends and how she, her friend, struggles with her weight and isn’t happy, so Tracy will sometimes try and get her excited about exercising by inviting her to run a 5k with her.
I told Tracy that I didn’t think that was necessarily the best approach…
Me: (very politely, but direct) You have to understand that the last thing someone wants when they are struggling with eating and exercise is some skinny, little thing who has never really struggled with her weight, to come along and be patronizing. And, I have to admit that, even with as much as I run, I don’t know that I would ever want to go running with you. I mean, you are much faster than I am and I would hate to think I was slowing you down.
Tracy: (equally polite, equally direct and very sincere) Did it ever occur to you that I might be a little lonely and just want some company on a run? Sure, in a race, I like speed, but sometimes I just want to run with someone. It doesn’t matter if it’s fast or slow.
Anyone want to know what humble pie tastes like? About like that.
*name has been changed to protect the innocent