Run Fat Girl, Run!

Now back in the day, you just ran!

You put on your shoes and hit the road. If you were lucky you had a watch and could time yourself, but that’s about as fancy as it got. Today, there are app’s and stat’s for everything! How anyone runs these days without knowing how far, what time, how many cal’s you have burnt, or knowing you did better than last time beats me! I downloaded a couch to 5k app on my phone and hit the pavement. I was going to face this challenge head on…….

Honestly, the first run just about killed me. I was sucking in air like there was no tomorrow, my jelly legs all of a sudden couldn’t hold my weight and I could feel the earth shaking under me with every step I took. “The baby elephant walk” tune kept running through my head and I could feel the looks of pity I got as people drove past and were probably wondering what this poor girl was doing to herself, and wondering if they should actually call an ambulance! And to let you in on a wee secret….I was only running for 1 1/2 minutes at a time! How on earth did I think I was ever going to run 5k’s non-stop!

Come on, run fat girl, run! Ok, so I am not really a fat girl (sure we could all lose a couple of pounds, but generally I am in good health!) but when I hit the road, I was sure it was going to crumble under my heavy pounding and I would owe the council millions, as they fixed up the footpaths in the wake of my runs. I felt, heavy, un-co, and was really starting to wonder “Cause why am I doing this?”

But there’s nothing like accountability and I knew I would have to check in with my sis at the end of the week, so I persevered. It’s one thing to fail in your own mind, but it’s another thing to fail in the eyes of someone else.

Surely this was going to get easier?