I love the idea of a Zombie Run. When this event came up on my Facebook feed and was going to be in Chicago, I was ecstatic! A 5K race and obstacle course AND you get chased by zombies the whole time? Count me in!
… until I read the About section of the event. This is the third piece of advice they give you in “surviving a zombie apocalypse”:
3. As politically incorrect as this might sound, avoid fat people. They’re just going to slow you down and get you killed. In zombie vernacular, someone who is morbidly obese is simply referred to as “an afternoon snack,” or as they say in England, “tea.” Zombies that inhabit Spanish-speaking countries tend to look at fat people as “tapas humanas.”
If you’re already on the hefty side of things, you should really go on a diet and get into shape as soon as possible. A zombie marathon or a 5K race might be a good way for you to prepare both physically, and mentally, for the real deal.
So we are a public service. really. You are welcome.
Now, something that sounded like an awful lot of fun has turned into a shaming, damaging, and downright hostile experience.
What a bunch of fat hating assholes.
I really don’t have the energy to deconstruct everything that is wrong with this because I am just too saddened and hurt. So if I like to run, love obstacle courses, and want to run away as fast as I can from zombies, I better not be fat? Because, of course, fat people are slow and lazy, and if they refuse to “get into shape,” then they deserve to be eaten alive by the undead. Gotcha.
I am just raging inside. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.