So, I'm running. I said I would and I am. It's not easy, but I am doing it. Actually, I lie, it's a bit easier than I expected. I have always hated it so much, that I get myself psyched out. But this program is turning out better than I expected.
I didn't actually start when I said I was going to. I woke up the next morning, after blogging, with a stuffy nose, and a huge headache. It really didn't get too much worse from there, but really- I wasn't interested in starting anything.
Then I went to the cottage. We did hike a couple of times, but I wasn't running with my dad there (he would just make fun of me) and I am really afraid of being kidnapped and raped by crazy, inbred hillbillies, so I wasn't running anywhere on my own up there.
I am running around my neighbourhood. I got this weird coloured shirt with my ladies golf league, but it has an awesome pocket in the sleeve. My ipod fits right in. I have great spongy ear buds, that don't hurt my ears, and don't fall out when I move my head. I don't have great runners, but if I waited until everything was perfect, I would never start. Besides, other than the cut my baby toenail gave me (don't ask) all is good. I'm not even that stiff the mornings after.
Today, I even ran with cramps. Yeah, "those" cramps. Fuck, I rock.
I figure if I hold myself accountable here, then I might be less likely to quit. So, I will keep reporting out, and letting you know how I do. Don't know about any weight loss yet, I am retaining about 17 lbs of water right now. Remember- the cramps??? yeah. Sucks.
My buddy Bill just ran 6K. Two other friends, Terressa and Michelle ran the Race for the Cure 5K. Teresa is just bloody awesome and runs all the time. They are my inspiration.
And also Sawyer. I am doing this for her. God, am I ever.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "narcissistic"