(The following image is from Getty images. No. Its not me. Promise!)
So this post is directed to my dear friend Amy in which I owe an apology and explanation.
To be brutally honest.
I hate running.
This is the inner dialogue inside my head while I run on the treadmill.
OW!!!THIS SUCKS!!! PAIN! OWW!! DOUBLE DONKEY PUNCH!! WHY THE HECK AM I DOING THIS! FAT IS MEANT TO SIT NOT JIGGLE! etc..( When you almost give yourself a black eye due to your man boob it makes you go Oh.this for the sake of goodness I go.)
But the chance.
To run through Disneyland in spandex shorts.
Well more the chance to run through Disneyland (the shorts are another issue but lets not dwell shall we?)
Because I want the chance to say I did it.
I did something that I pushed myself.
I want to be able to show my future kids that I don't have a lot of could/woulda dreams but rather I went after them. Also I hear as you get older the body falls apart. Realistically I have five years then it all goes to hell. So I want to get my use out of it!
After this long rant who wants to join me?