I went for a run today. Not a big one, I haven't been body-snatched, just a small 3k. I realize that isn't a big number but if I run it 13.7 more times I will have run a whole marathon.
It should take me until around April.
On a side note, I really like using the abbreviation 'k' for kilometer. It makes me feel more authentic, like those fantastically fit women in Le Salon du Overpriced Footwear Fitnesse. Needless to say it is only important that I sound like them. Looking like them would require me to spend an entire paycheck on running shoes and to mortgage the house for fancy pants and hoodies which have clearly never seen a drop of sweat.
This is all part of the Plan For A New Tam. It took a week to get me psyched up to go. A week of dread and turmoil and cheese doodles, which pretty much sealed the deal on the run. I called in support from a friend who promised that she was in 'probably close to the same shape' as me (poor dear) and we set a date to run together, foul or fair. Unless it was raining. Or windy. Or there was a new Vampire Diaries.
It wasn't as bad as I thought. My friend and I have compatible paces although she's a little shorter than I so technically I guess you could say she runs faster than I do. I actually enjoyed it. So much that I think I will be back out there in a day or so. As soon as I find my other lung.
My next drama will be to return to the Super Expensive Running Shoe Store and, with a perfectly straight face, ask the sales person to recommend good running socks. I'm told the sight of enthusiastic spittle collecting in the corner of the guy's mouth while he stares at my left ear and extolls the virtues of poly-cotton blends is not to be missed.
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