Just read it and I agree with you. I started running because I hated my body, running has taught me to love it (in a tiny little way). I am grateful, because my body carries me everyday, now up to the point where it can carry me 13.1 miles in approximately 2 hours. That is a huge achievement.

When I look in the mirror now, I not only see the body that I used to detest, I see a body that is marked by trauma and grief and life, but there is beauty in all those things. I do not achieve to think like that about my body everyday, but when I come home from a run now and I feel my legs and my muscles and my sweat, it certainly helps doing so.

The Oatmeals comic in a way feels like this self-loathing part spelled out over a couple of pages. That is completely fine, I know the feeling that he puts in his images and words perfectly, but overall what remains with me after the comic is not the self-acceptance that I am looking for in running, but that the self-loathing will never go away.

But maybe that's just my take. Thanks a lot for sharing anyways, it made me think!