Hah. Speaking of solid girls -- I went to try on some dresses yesterday, and couldn't help but feel like some of them made me look like a linebacker in drag.
Delicate I have never been. I lift heavy weights and hike -- slowly, but methodically. At points in my life, I have lamented that I wasn't the long and lanky type who could run for miles, but nowadays I'm happy being able to squat under a heavy bar.
I remember during Crossfit there was a lady there who could bang out sit-ups and runs like it ain't no thang. We had a day of deadlifts and every time I went up to the bar, I threw on another ten pounds. She got up to...I want to say 35. I forget what my max was, but it was at least body weight and then some. She was in awe of me. Funny to have her be impressed by my ability to lift heavy, when I had always been so impressed by her ability to jog and crunch!
(And I am still, honestly, impressed by anyone who can do half- or full-marathons. It really isn't for me and my joints, but my hat's off to you. If you need me, I'll be in the gym, grunting under a barbell.)