Well, I decided to change the name of my athletic experiment one last time. Mostly because I straight stole the term Imperfect Athlete from Jayne Williams. I have a plan brewing to turn this experiment into the topic for the final project for my BFA, and I guess I should probably have an original name for it.
So . . . drum roll please . . . I am now a Defiant Athlete.
As I stated in my last post, defiant means to contend or to fight. It also means to boldly resist an opposing force.
That opposing force is me. It’s my body image, societies expectations of me, my culture’s current insistence that because I’m fat, I must be dying. How about being slow to tune out well-meaning people who insist that I must focus on weight loss? And then there are those damned shin splints.
Here’s my definition of a defiant athlete: Someone who knows why they shouldn’t, can’t or won’t–why it might hurt, why they might fail, why they might be foolish–and then gets out there and kicks some ass anyway.
I felt like Superwoman at the gym today.
I want that feeling everyday.
So–I am a Defiant Athlete. Are you?