Look out, fatty coming through *beep beep*
I never wanted a jogging companion before. I’m a hot mess when I run. I’m slow, my face gets ridiculously red, I worried about what I look like. Boobs bouncing. Etc. I never wanted anyone to see me run. It’s why I started running at night.
Once I ran my first 5K, I realized how much I’ve gotten used to not caring. I finished in front of people. I finished behind people. But I finished. Starting to run changed a lot about ME and how I felt about myself, so I’m not ashamed if I look like a fatass while doing it, because I’m less of a fatass FOR doing it.
And now, I really want someone to jog with me through my gorgeous new neighborhood. Also I’m signed up for another 5K in August. I have the fever.