Okay, so it might sound horrible to those of you who don't know me in real life, but I'm brutally honest. I am a fat girl who's just started jogging. I was really unsure of how to start this new challenge, if only because I was convinced that people would point, stare and laugh at me while I attempted to run around the local outdoor track.
Two days ago, I set out on my first couch to 5k session, which is supposed to be 30 mins total, with intervals of 60 seconds of running and 90 seconds of walking. The first intervals were easy, then I got to 14 mins and hit a brick wall with a bad stitch in my side. Instead of being upset with myself for not doing the full time, I have to be proud of myself for getting almost halfway through the first day of the programme, since I've maintained a strict "no run" policy for years. Tonight, my total time for this second run was 23 mins, and I travelled 2kms around the track.
You know what? No one said a thing to me at the track. Not two nights ago, and not tonight. It's amazing how we can talk ourselves out of trying new things because we're afraid of what strangers might think.
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