Run Fat Boy Run...
After surviving the temptations of high school and college and learning how to effectively say “NO” throughout adulthood; I have finally snapped and caved into peer pressure. I am a hypocrite. I am about to do something that I never thought I would. I am disappointed in myself and ashamed by my actions and now my only hope is that I do not bring shame upon my family.
What have I done? Well apart from losing my mind, in a moment of weakness, I have agreed to join a friend and train for a 3K. Seriously what was I thinking? I despise running and particularly hate all the sweating, wheezing, breathless, nausea-related parts and unless I’m being chased by a raging rhinoceros, I would prefer not to do it.
It’s always something I thought I might be interested in doing and competing in a triathlon is one of those things on my bucket list. In honesty, it’s that one thing I’ve put on the list to force me to do everything else on the list first – not thinking I would actually have to follow through and compete in one.
I hear it’s a great way to loose weight, but then again I’ve heard the same thing about Alli and refuse to try that method. The worst part of all this, I’m pretty competitive so I’ll refuse to admit defeat regardless of how painful the process will be and with that, I certainly won’t be the best or fastest in the group, but I can guarantee you that I won’t be the last to arrive at the finish line.
Since I’ve enjoyed following K13’s progress with her 5K endeavors on her blog, I plan on using her as my source of inspiration throughout the difficult times ahead. If she can manage her continuing education, a career, a household (complete with a two year old) and still manage to run at the end of the day, I should be able to manage..ummm...something…
Wish me luck, the first torture session starts tonight and tomorrow, I will likely need to call in sick.