I wonder if signing up to be a running buddy for a Girls on the Run race makes me a horrible, terrible hypocrite. Will I be healthy enough in a month to not feel like I’m talking out of both sides of my mouth when I tell the young girl I’m partnered with how important taking care of your body is?
“Why would you be a good role model for these girls?”
A year ago I wouldn’t have ever questioned it. Now I question myself every time I’m around a young girl. Question if my attitudes and fears surrounding food and my body are being surreptitiously passed along. And so as much I’d like to volunteer to run with these girls from my friend’s running group, I don’t know that I can lie to the organization on the application.
Because I’m not entirely sure I can lie to myself any more.