So I decided to start training for a half marathon in December after that. Needless to say, it didn't happen and I haven't been exactly "consistent" in my efforts to train since. A day here, a day there once a month ect...So yesterday I decided that since I was awaken by a toddler...again...instead of reaching for a box of doughnuts (of which there were none left anyway remember?) perhaps I should go for a run. Nothing too serious, just a casual jog around the neighborhood. It was actually pretty invigorating; clean, crisp air in my lungs, all my wobbly parts working synonymously to project my massive mass forward...sigh...good times. That is until I woke up this morning and hurt from head to toe. The kind of hurt where every step is pain;where breathing too deep kills your abs kinda burn. Ya...awesome! No I really mean it! There is some sort of sick satisfaction that I get from that. Freaking masochist that I am! But I digress, as usual!
The plan is to do the 5k again in September, it was truly a blast. The whole out of shape family decided that we are glutton for punishment and are going to partake in the festivities again, and perhaps actually all do the Las Vegas half marathon in December! Yikes! But for a fat person there could be no better feeling, short of becoming un-fat, than accomplishing something like that! Hey! My ass may even look smaller after all that training! Ya, you're right...wishful thinking, remember my last blog about doughnuts? I kinda like to eat! And running (even once a month!) makes me hella hungry! But I will begin (or is that resume?) my training efforts this week! I am, in some sick and twisted, way really bound and determined to run a half marathon, I mean, eventually! So, stay tuned kiddies!
(hint, the fat one!)