Around two years ago I decided I needed to get in shape before I turned 30 and started running. Well, I started walking. It progressed to jogging, which I call running because it's as close as I've ever gotten. I started a blog then too, Diary Of A Fat White Woman. I set out to run a 5k, and I actually ran a few of them. The highlight was definitely running Mickey's Halloween 5k at Walt Disney World.
Look! It's me!
The Castle!!
I didn't even pass out before the end!
About a month after this picture was taken, I got pregnant with the little dude. I stopped running. Cold. I'm not cool enough to run through morning sickness, and my morning sickness lasted until about 25 weeks. By then I was rather pregnant, it was the hottest summer in... ever, and running was just about the last thing I wanted to do. To be honest, all I wanted to do was sit in the air conditioning and eat pie.
Anyway, after the baby came, I didn't run either. Not one step. I mostly just did a lot of this....
Look at my teeny little dude!
Oh, I intended to run. I was all, "Look! A fancy new stroller for to run with!" And then time for actual exercise came, and it always seemed that sleeping in, not getting sweaty and hot, and generally not moving were all more enticing than jiggling in public.
And then I found out about these two really cool races in my area. One is called The Color Run. Basically, you run (or walk) and they throw colored dust on you, so you're kind of tie dyed at the end.
Here's a promotional picture.
Doesn't that look fun? And messy? But mostly fun? I probably won't rock the beard, but that guy totally owns it!
A friend of mine also convinced me to sign up for another race that takes place at night called The Glow Run. Hint - It involves glowsticks. Which sounds AWESOME! So I was like, "Yeah! Those sound great! Sign me up!"
But...um... I haven't run farther than the bathroom in a year and a half. And both races are this summer.
OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?? I'M GOING TO DIE IN FRONT OF A HUGE CROWD OF PEOPLE!
Okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic, but I have to start walking, like, yesterday, or I'm going to be in trouble. Big trouble. Big sweaty trouble.
So, I guess I'll be talking about that here too. Because who is more judgemental than the internet? Answer? No one.
Okay, internet. Fine. I'll start walking. But I won't like it. Not one bit. Because the only "runner's high" I've ever gotten is arriving back in my own driveway at the end and knowing I get to go inside and shower.
And just for the hell of it... my teeny little dude?
He's less teeny now.