It must be nice to be 5’7, 145 pounds. A long time ago, in high school and college sports, you people just got left behind in contact sports, except for the hustlers. Some of you were probably “hustlers” and “hitters,” still though, you were a midget.
I hope you are happy now. This is your revenge. You waited and waited us out. Now, finally having little body mass is an advantage in every way.
Even the equipment is steered toward the midget frame. When you check ebay for a bike or bike part, I know you midgets can go back 17 pages of stuff to look at. “Whooo, there’s too much to look at this morning on Ebay…I like that…I’ll bid on that…man, look at all of this stuff…I’ve just got too much to do…”
This must be nice.
Try being 6’2, 205 or more. Go search for “62cm,” in the bike section, and, if you are lucky, you may see possibly four or five entries, it should say, “Come Back Later Big Ass, When Another Big Ass Has Another Big Ass Frame For You.”
In running, for the midget, I guess he or she can just try anything, because, after all, how can any of your weight cause too much damage: “gee look, at all these shoes I can choose from, I may even try a racing slick just to see what these are about,” whereas for the “clods,” its pretty much, “where is the cheapest store I can buy a pair of Brooks Beasts,” and the only thing “racing slicks” are going to get you is into an MRI facility.
I’m just sick of it. It’s just not fair.