Recovering Fattie Tuesday: Running

A week and a half ago I completed a half marathon, which is something a good heap of the population does on a regular basis, but I proudly assert that I was more loud and whiny about it than 75% of the other humans that participate in such tom-foolery.

I'm sure the whining and social networking announcements of the race probably came across as passive bragging,but I think that the incessant references were probably more of an effort to let people know where to find my body in the event that I didn't make it. We had to wait at a tent at the top of the mountain (the whole race was downhill) and I almost wet myself 5 times from fear of having to get scraped off the sidewalk with a shovel.

Luckily I made it.

There is something magical about running. Its hard. You have to slowly work up from nothing to be able to run long distance. The first 3 miles are always hard. ALWAYS. But after all of that struggle, running is fun. It's empowering and on a serious note it was pretty powerful crossing the finish line... (on a less serious note I was choking back tears and the urge to start yelling "I used to be more of a fattie").

Many will do Marathons, more will do half marathons, I might get the crazy urge to do another one myself (and I promise to be quieter about it next time), but I guess my encouragement to recovering fatties like me would be to do something hard. Something that you can't physically do right now, but you can do through the powers of your own determination and some Jillian Michaels videos.

I'm not training for a half marathon anymore... my next goal is to grow an outstanding mustache because I think they make me look more distinguished.