Piedpiper:
Lol, please, next time your german shepard is panting... think of me. Because that's what I sound like after I go for a run.
And you know what, I used to do that too. Worry a lot about people thinking things like, "Run, fat girl, run!"

But then I decided... screw it. Are they people I'm ever gonna see again? Not likely. Does it matter what they think? Not at all.
Or... if there's a smokin' hot guy who sees my tummy jiggling, and my sweaty face as I run past... well sure, maybe he won't be attracted to me. But if I'd walked past him all dolled up, what would happen? He might check me out, I'd keep walking, chances are we'd never see each other again anyhow, and I'd've just gotten a mild ego boost. Great.
So then I figured... you know what gives me a MUCH bigger ego boost than a random check-out? Losing ten lbs.

Not to mention that'll probably lead to more random check-outs. And that tummy-jiggling run is what's gonna get me there, baby.
I totally have a problem with pace too, tho. I figure... if I'm running... I wanna be GETTING somewhere. But I'm impatient... so I run too fast... and then I start cramping up, and getting my sexy I-can't-breathe pant on. Ohhh, all the boys want me then. *eyebrow waggle*