
Originally Posted by
CR400
You know in a way this is so ironic. We participate in a sport where usually the thinnest person wins the race up the 3 mile hill. . . . Ladies we participat in an anorexic producing sport everytime we get on our bikes. . . .So hay put that woman on a bike for a few months she'll put on a little muscle in her legs and likely beat most of us up that 3 mile climb because she has us beat power to weight.
But not all of us race. Some (most?) of us just ride for fun and fitness, and because I enjoy riding my bike and it adds to a healthy lifestyle, I say I win over the model (even though I wear a size 12). And like what michelem said, she's not going to be able to climb very far when all she ingests is vodka, celery, coffee, and cigarettes.
My athletic friend said to me recently, she's proud of the fact that due to genetics, she's capable of carrying herself over far distances for long periods of time on very little fuel. Her ancestors were survivors. She's proud of her strong heritage, and to be strong herself.
The last time I was getting my hair done, I picked up some fashion magazine and was shocked at the numbers of skinny unhealthy women in the pages. It sort of made me feel chunky and ugly. Then I thought about how I used to read Seventeen and Vogue when I was a teenager and wondered if I might have been happier with a higher self esteem at that age had I not read those magazines. Bleh! Looking around the room and seeing the normal people in the salon snapped me out of it and reminded me there's nothing wrong with me. I won't be looking at that sort of magazine again anytime soon, if ever.
And for the record, I don't think seeing someone's ribs is attractive, on either a woman or a man.
The best part about going up hills is riding back down!