It is OK to laugh. I laugh at myself all of the time.
I have been going to the gym, but I am bored and felt I wasn't working myself hard enough.
So I had the brilliant idea to drive to the local recreation complex and run the track.
I ran/walked 5 miles the first night.
And havent walked normally since.
But I am determined.
I am determined to become a runner.
Because they have bodies like this.
And I want that body.
But as I run, I see my reflection in the windows and notice things.
I am nowhere near the way I want to look and once again feel like I am left out of the "Cool Club".
I want to be a part of the "Cool Runners Club".
I don't want jiggly parts anymore.
But my legs hurt.
And my feet ache.
And I like to eat.
Is there such a club known as the "Cool Jiggly Runners Club"?
I think I could be President.
This post was loosely inspired by MamaKat and her wonderful weekly prompts. I bet she doesnt have jiggly parts.