Swim Bike Mom posted this picture today:
She doesn’t know me, and I only know her through her fabulous blog, but this image – well, the text, really – resonated with me. At 5′ 1″ and 110 lbs, I’m obviously a small athlete. But I consider myself a tough one. The comments I’ve endured about my size range from the ridiculous to the sublime. Generally I’m not offended and leave the talking to my race performances, but occasionally I do have to wonder about the people saying them. Would they be so rude if I were overweight? Of course not.
When I was training for a half Ironman, I heard someone say, “You’re doing a triathlon? But you’re so small!” As if there’s some sort of height requirement. This isn’t volleyball!
Granted, it’s people who don’t know me who make the most inane comments. My teammates know better than to say “is that an adult bike?” or “do you need help lifting that?” No, thank you very much. But when I pass you on the bike, don’t expect to draft off me. I’m way too small for that.