"But when someone is an athlete, like you..." he started his sentence.
"I'm not an athlete." I interrupt because THIS IS AN IMPORTANT POINT.
"You exercise regularly and correct my form whenever we lift together. You are athletic."
"No. I'm just the kind of person who works out."
There's sort of a knee-jerk reaction I have to the term athlete, loaded as it is from years of watching high school athletic events, professional basketball and football on television, and Olympic feats that are mind blowing. But it's also something that I think should only be granted to people for whom the identity is an imperative part of them.
Educator. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Wife. Friend. Cat companion. Reader (Betty Smith/JK Rowling enthusiast wrapped up in this, of course). Seamstress. TCHS/BGSU/UMN alumna. Podcast addict. Family photographer. These are things that are important pieces of my identity.
But if you want to call me a writer or an athlete, I guess that's fine, too.