This morning I woke up with an urge to go running. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is extremely atypical. I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I haven't stepped in the gym since early November...yikes! I know what you're thinking, you must be a fat beast by this point. Instead of going to the gym though, I decided to just go on this healthy eating kick that inadvertently caused me to lose more weight than I ever could have at the gym.
However, considering summer is approaching, I did notice that I was not as tone as I would like. I wouldn't put a bikini on for a million dollars right now. Hmm..ok so who am I kidding. I'm a broke b-school student...I'd probably put one on for $25 right now.
Anyway, so I decided to finally return to the gym and as soon as I got there, I regretted it. This influx of laughing skinny girls walked by me as soon as I passed the entrance and I immediately felt sub par. Why are they even here and why are they happy?! If I looked like them, I guarantee I would have been sitting on my couch shoveling in the ice cream. God knew not to make me skinny because I'm sure I'd have high cholesterol, hypertension and diabetes by the age of 30 if I knew I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining a pound.
So I find a treadmill, put in my ipod and start to run. I'm noticing that I'm feeling surprisingly well! Hmm...4.50 mins in, I'm realizing that my chest is burning. I decide to push through it and at 7mins I have no choice but to stop. I'm breathing like a 200lb woman and there is only one word to describe my performance: pathetic. I think I'll go back tomorrow and try again though...operative word is think.
