I've decided to complete a Couch to 5k. That's right, I'm going to run. Really, I love the
idea of running. It's the
reality that doesn't suit my taste.
I've joined a ladies-only gym, purchased shoes that will support my flat feet, and downloaded appropriate fat-melting soundtracks. I'm ready? I'm to start this endeavor in about 6 hours. I can't sleep because I'm terrified.
Let the whining commence:
I don't want to get up early in the cold to go to the gym which will probably be packed just to spite me. I don't want to get on a treadmill and let my butt jiggle in front of strangers and I don't want to be exhausted and gasping for air in front of them either.
I'll do it though. I've spent a quarter of my life hiding. What's the worst they can do--call me fat?
I'm going to strut into that gym, take my place on a treadmill and gasp for air with best of them!
Wish me luck!
Goodnight