Running is hard.
I hate the people who say they love it.
If I at any time have said that, I am truly sorry because I honestly hate it. It hurts, it’s a giant time sucker and it has drained my bank account time and time again.
That being said, it helped me transform my body, gives me crazy endorphins and has given me some of the greatest friends a girl could ever ask for.
But I still think it sucks.
…well, sometimes. Not all of the time :)
But sometimes it especially sucks when I pick a treadmill in front of a reflective surface. That is NEVER enjoyable.
The 30 minutes I spent there last night were torturous, but highly comedic moments were provided by a few of the super hot men at my downtown TO gym as every two minutes they’d need to STOP running and play with their temperamental iPods, leaving the treadmill after a solid 10 minute jog. Job well done, gentlemen. Well done! But as much as I would have loved to focus on the gong show that are the other gym patrons, the jiggle of my belly apron kept stealing my attention back…that is until the sweat started dripping off of my forehead and into my eyes. But that’s when I noticed my collarbone.
It wasn’t until I started losing weight that I even noticed those things and I’ve been stuck with them since. I call them the chip bowls now because I could seriously hide snacks in ‘em for company if I wanted to.
And maybe some dip on the other side.
But they’re the one part of me that I have grown to love in addition to the original parts that I adore, of course (my eyes and lips).
They’re a part of me that I could stare at all day, and I did stare at last night. Makes me think of comments I’ve had from guys and girls alike in the past about them that made me smile and blush. It made me feel skinny and fit in a moment where I felt big and sluggish as I plodded along on one of the slowest jogs of my life.
So thanks to the glistening sweat, the reflective darkened window, the gerbil wheel and my collarbone, I made it through 30 minutes I thought would never end.