I was coming around the corner, chest pounding, feeling the swoosh of each step on the hard pavement. I thought I would be safe from embarrassment in the pre dawn hours then I saw a truck of landscape artists. As they move past I looked at each of their faces and saw them smirking. I presume they were laughing at the fat man running. I'm having flashbacks to a certain mardi gras parade where I was wearing a jester costume running beside the golf cart where my colleague was yelling 'run fat man run.' While I have to admit that it was hysterical it was also extremely embarrassing.
I started running a couple of weeks ago and slowly I am getting better. I can run a mile and a quarter comfortably now, which I don't think I could ever do before. I have visions of macho gym teachers making us run around that stupid track four times and me never completing it. Now I know I can. Yesterday I ran/walked 4 miles in 58 minutes (according to my nike+). That's pretty amazing for me. And you know what it felt great!
My goal, train for a marathon. The family has challenged me to a half marathon on Christmas, don't know if that will happen but I'm going to try. I'm going to keep you all updated on my progress as much as possible. I'm also changing my eating and trying to get more into veggies and less into meat. I will post my exercise for the day on here everyday.
Hopefully at next years mardi gras parade my co worker will be able to yell 'run skinny man run'.
