Fat Girl Running

Posted blucypresslily on May 25th, 2010 | Filed under fitness

Spring and Summer in Seattle mean 5am sunrises, dewy grass, the ever-present smell of the water and majestic white-capped peaks in the horizon standing guard over the city. Blue skies (ok, sometimes) bring an added freshness to the air, urging the body to get up and go, see and do. It’s days like these that have always led me to turn an envious eye toward the hoards of runners that take to the various streets, paths and trails that meander throughout town and beyond. They look so energetic, with their earbuds in, nifty runners gear flashing by in dizzying array of colors, swift feet churning up the pavement. It would call to me, hearkening to some primal instinct within me that yearned to rise and join the pack.

Unfortunately, I’m fat.

I’ve been fat since puberty, struggling with every bite that passed my lips and frustrated beyond measure when nothing I did seemed to curb the steady onslaught of fat cells that were claiming victory over my body. It felt hopeless, this war I’ve been waging for as long as I can remember. And, for a long time, I thought it was.

I’ve lost 80 lbs in the last two years. I’ve received treatment for a slew of hormonal imbalances which has helped my slower-than-slow metabolism. And I’ve become a jock. Albeit a roly-poly one, but a jock nonetheless. I work out 6 days a week, usually twice a day. And I love it.

But can a fat girl run? Could I greet the sun with the pack, racing over the hills and valleys of the city, my heart racing the wind?

Pondering, I read again the Couch-to-5K running program for novice runners (the gall of calling myself a runner, novice or otherwise, before even lacing up my sneakers!) and told myself: I don’t know if I can run; but I can damn well try.

And I did.

And I am.


One Response to “Fat Girl Running”

  1. green works snow thrower Says:

    Solid info!

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