You can see how I would get those 2 words confuzzled… especially when you’re a chic with 228 pounds of hanging/loose skin and fat flabs. My aversion to running/jogging started young… but it really didn’t hit high levels of hatred until I hit middle school and we were made to run a timed mile every few months. I was always last… always. And I hated every minute of the run. Running isn’t natural… your innards get all discombobulated… my pancreas moved on down to my toes… my brain moved on down to my receptacle… and I ain’t even going to tell you where the spleen ended up. To cope during the timed mile, I took to shaking my hands vigorously all the while I was running. If I had a quarter for every time someone in my PE class asked me why I was shaking my hands whilst running, I’d be able to rent the Taj Mahal for lavish parties willy nilly.
I admire those folks who can up and run a marathon whenever they feel like it. I have a friend who has run 30-some-odd marathons in her life. She is a rockstar with the running… but I know that she works at it daily. You don’t just wake up one morning and say to yourself, yeah, I’m 150 pounds overweight, but I think I’ll go jog 27 miles… down to the Dunkin Donuts and back. Baby steps… grasshopper… baby steps.
No, I am not announcing my desire to run a marathon in the near future in this post. But, I think I needed to face my running/jogging fear head on, so last night and tonight on my walk, I added in 2 separate jogging spurts between the speed walking… 2 minutes each. I’m super glad it was dark when I attempted this for 2 reasons… A.) Me jogging AIN’T a pretty picture and 2.) I swear I almost knocked myself unconscious with one of my fat flabs. A truck even slowly drove down this out of the way road I was jogging on TWICE just so he could make sure he wasn’t hallucinating… Nothing to see here, rude man… just a chic jiggling!
Question of the Day: Do you enjoy jogging/running?
Note: Thank you for all the sweet notes regarding Monday’s blog post… y’all are sweet.