Thursday, November 03, 2011
Normally I go to the Y but I've had three days off in a row (doesn't happen much) and I didn't want to drive all that way every day if I didn't have work, too. So instead I went for a walk yesterday and today. Two-and-a-half/three miles each day.
Today, I actually ran in short burst. I had to talk myself into that. I kept looking to see if anybody could see me--and I wouldn't run on the street, just on the walking/bike path. I'm still almost two hundred pounds and only five foot three. I jiggle. I flap. It's one thing when I'm on the adaptive-motion-machine...it's very low impact. Running? Yeah, I can feel the fat bounce. And I think I have some exercise induced incontienence. So I didn't want to run. I had to keep telling myself 'WHO CARES?'. Who cares what I look like as I run? Who cares what anybody thinks of me as I do this?
So. I jiggle when I run, my fat bounces, I pee a bit when I run hard. I did three seventeen-minute-miles and I felt great. Run, fat-girl, run! It feels good!
(It's been a while since I've updated--and I've not friended anybody. I'm awful in social situations. Sorry.)