I have been running cross country for the past three years and am now team captain, as a senior. Year after year, I’ve seen my male teammates continue to get faster and faster with seemingly no effort (because testosterone = speed), while my female friends tend to fluctuate, stagnate, or at worst, get slower. Just for a comparison: our boys varsity team is mostly seniors and juniors, with a couple sophomores, while our girls varsity team is entirely freshmen and sophomores, with all the seniors (including me), running JV. Our coach praises the younger girls for “working harder than everyone else,” while us older girls have been showing up for multiple years, with inconsistent results. This is a well documented phenomenon, but it sucks. So far this season, I have been running about three minutes slower than my personal record, for inexplicable reasons. Even then, I’m lucky, because some girls I used to train with have gotten injured, only to come back six or seven minutes slower. It’s common for individual girls, even the fast ones, to have “off days” and run slower than they should, while this is rare for the boys—I can’t help but wonder if it has to do with our menstrual cycles. Girls’ times are naturally slower than boys’, even with the best training, and this leads to an environment where “slow girls” are isolated and singled out because they are very obviously in the back, meanwhile “slow boys” can blend in with the varsity girls, escaping notice. Even in my best seasons, my progress has been far from linear; it is common for my times to fluctuate within minutes each week, while guys tend to fluctuate only within seconds. The one saving grace is that I believe my team to have a very healthy relationship with food: as far as I know, no one has an eating disorder, and we all enthusiastically chow down on pizza and brownies at weekly team dinners. But the point stands—running is not easy for girls. We face hormones that boys do not have to face. Our progress is erratic and frustrating and it’s entirely out of our control. I loved that this book brought that to the light. This book isn’t just about running, either. It’s about female athletes in all disciplines, and the societal pressures they confront. How they have to walk the line between strength and feminity. How girls’ uniforms are always shorter, tighter, and more revealing. How pregnancy and periods are never discussed. How the ideal female athlete is also white, thin, and conventionally beautiful. It was eye-opening and heartbreaking.
However, my one complaint it that it’s a bit hard to empathize with the author’s struggles when she’s a world-class athlete running world-class times who plateaud for just a couple of months and then went back to normal and still ran world-class times. It felt like everything she said, she would follow it with “well, I’m lucky it didn’t happen to me.” I’m getting 50th place in high school JV meets, she’s getting 20th place in international professional races…is it really the same? So at some points it kind of came off as a bit callous and I couldn’t relate to her. But otherwise this was super engaging and resonated a lot more than I expected.
”[The men] were focused on battling the competition. We spent so much of our competitive energy battling ourselves.”
“It takes guts to put yourself out there when your body doesn't match the ideal, and to keep doing your best when your best isn't what you hoped for, or what others expected.”
>>> 3.5 stars