I went running with a friend this morning and she was pretty sick so my Saturday run was pretty short, but I did run 1.46 miles in 21:30 which is a 14:43 mile which as sad as it is, is probably the best I've ever done.
One thing I did notice was today my breathing was very regular and not...pornographic? I don't know. A few months ago when I started this thing I remember being at the gym and I had my ear phones on and the music up and I watched people watch me as they walked by my treadmill and all I could think was they were watching the chubby girl run. Then all the sudden the music stopped and I could hear myself breath and I thought, "OH MY STARS!" Those people were listening to me slowly dying as my labored breathing increased to the point of certain doom.
Today however my friend Lesley and I talked the entire way. Sure I had to catch my breath every once in a while, but I'm pretty sure if anyone had passed us along the way and stared it would because I looked so dang cute in my running outfit, not because death was knocking at my door.
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