Decided to get back into running. Decided to run tonight. Shoot for 3 miles, 4 if I’m feeling good.
At mile .5 I saw some friends driving and basically blamed them for giving me motivation.
At mile 1.2 it started pouring rain. Might as well keep going, I won’t make it home dry.
At mile 1.5 my phone couldn’t pick up signal so I shoved it in my shorts. Super comfortable. I finally figured out a use for the weird mesh butt support.
At mile 3.7, with my b-plan mileage tracker, my phone died. It was just me, a thunderstorm, and the pavement. And about a thousand frogs.
At mile 5ish, I met a very nice redneck who offered me a poncho. Funny guy.
At mile 6ish I made a turtle friend. Or I forced my friendship on him, whatever.
At mile 6.5ish the frogs turned on me, and one ker-slapped my leg.
At mile 7.4ish, I made it home. Completely blown away and what I had just accomplished.
I didn’t miss running. Running missed the f*ck out of me.
It’s probably the best way to start tbh
I miss dancing more then anything in the world. But I’ll always have music in my heart and a living room to move
I miss dance, running around the studio, letting myself move to express what I can not articulate… I wish every human has an outlet of some sort.
I really hate that attitude of; “If you’re unhappy with your body- then lose weight. Do exercise. Go diet”.
This idea shames the individual, in that disliking their body is their own fault, and that in order to find happiness in their appearance they must conform to society’s ideals of beauty.