So last night on my now nightly walk I decided I would up the ante just a tad & try out this foreign movement called running. I lasted a whole 2 minutes, in fact i’m not sure it was even 2 minutes, it could have been 2 seconds, it felt like 2 hours.
For those of you that are overweight I’m sure you will understand when I say running is probably as difficult as trying to complete an obstacle course blindfolded with a broken leg & one arm tied behind your back.
Let’s just put it this way, in those whole 2 minutes of running I embarked on, not only did I feel (& most likely look) like an uncoordinated obese giraffe, but I also felt like a complete idiot.
And by idiot I mean how many runnners out there do you see not only holding onto their boobs for fear of knocking themselves out, but also panting so hard you’d think they were one breath away from collapsing to the ground in a tidal wave of blubber? None? Well clearly you weren’t in my neighbourhood last night.
And I hate to say it, especially after such a pitiful attempt, but I’m not sure if running is ever going to be for me. I like the idea of it, I just don’t like the feeling of so much fat moving around so independently from my frame.