My wife and I traveled to the first triathlon of the season this past weekend, and to be blunt, we were astonished at the number of fat people we saw. Not at the race, fortunately, but pretty much everywhere else: at rest stops by the highway as we drove to the venue on Saturday afternoon, at our hotel, at the restaurant where we ate dinner, etc.
No scene was more disturbing than on the beach the day before the race. I am not talking about people with “a few extra pounds” or a little extra baby fat. I am talking about people who were clearly obese - even morbidly obese. Lots of them were kids and teenagers. It seemed like they were everywhere on this beach.
Well, as I like to say, “I’ve been to the other side of the mountain.” Long before my career as a multisport athlete, I was labeled by a doctor as “morbidly obese” myself. I was always very overweight as a kid, and in 1993, when I graduated from college, I tipped the scales at 340. Needless to say that triathlon has been a key part of my transition to health. It’s along story, but basically I lost 150 pounds and have kept it off for over 10 years.
The thing is, back when I was that big, I always felt like I was the outsider looking in. If I went to the beach or a pool party at 340 pounds, you could bet my shirt would stay on. The fat guy was the exception to the rule. I was never ashamed of myself - if I had been, I don’t think I could have made the transition I did. But I definitely felt like something was not right, that I was the exception. All I had to do was look around to realize that I was the one who stood out.
So, here’s the irony: standing on the beach Saturday, fit, strong, and in “triathlete” health, with my wife who is at the same level of fitness, I again felt like the exception.
So, what has happened in the last 10 or so years that turned everything on its head? When did the other side of the mountain become the other side of the mountain? Has obesity become the status quo? Or is it just me noticing this?