My name is Caitlin and I’m a reformed slacker turned athletics evangelist. I played sports when I was a kid and I consistently sucked at them, so when I hit my 20s, I gave up playing sports and exercising. For several years, the most physical effort I ever exerted came during my walks to the corner store to buy cigarettes or around the block to hit the neighborhood bar. Sometimes, if I was ambitious, I walked an extra two blocks to pick up my pizza or fast-food value meal.
Now I’m embracing a more health-oriented way of life that involves getting sweaty several times a week, changing the way I eat and learning everything I can about fitness and wellness. It’s no exaggeration to say doing so has changed my life, not least of all because I have more confidence in myself than I ever have before.
But, seeing as though I am about as hardcore a feminist as I am a runner, I can’t help but make observations about health, weight, bodies, fitness and sports, particularly as they relate to gender. Rarely a day passes that I don’t think about the lack of women in the weight room or consider the harmful effects of the diet industry on the self image of women and girls. So I figured, why not blog about it?