Reasons

Good morning and good night.
(I wake up at twilight...)

Not really.

Oh, goody. Another presidential debate.

Can you guys believe that I've actually been running?
No, not for office, silly.
On a treadmill.
And here comes my shame moment.
Are you ready?
Here we go.
It takes me 15 minutes to run a mile.

You: "Oh. Mai. Gawsh. I can run like 4 miles in 15 minutes. I can give birth to a child in 15 minutes. I can order insurance from Geico in 15 minutes."

...and so on and so forth.

So I guess everyone else can run a whole lot faster than I can.
That's cool.
But I'm not training for the Olympics or for the track team.
I'm not even training, really.
I'm just running.

Running, running, running.

That's not true. I mostly walk. Which is why it takes 15 minutes.
So it's more like walking, walking, jog for a minute, walking.

One inspiration was that I got really mad on Saturday. So I went running because I couldn't stand being in the mall anymore.

One of the sales ladies in the middle of the mall was being all annoying like, "DO YOU EVER CURL OR STRAIGTHEN YOUR HAIR?!?!?"
And I was like, *scowl* "No."
Her: REALLY? NEVER!?!??!?!?!
Me: *walks away*

Another was that I just got this really awesome playlist from myself. Don't worry; I have an Allie J Entertainment Review post coming up soon where I shall post all my recent diamond finds.

But wow do I hate baseball music.

Another inspiration was that I was tired of being fat. Ish.
I know I'm not ffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaT. But I hate feeling fat and lazy and that if someone was trying to chase me down and catch and rape me I couldn't get away fast enough.
Talk about motivation.
So yeah. I  want to be able to fit comfortably in my khaki pants again.
Of course, that can probably be remedied by just letting them air dry and not letting them shrink in the dryer after washing.

Baby steps.

And so I started with a mile.
One simple measily little mile.
Miles are easy. They're like 100s in swimming.
They get my heart rate up to like 164, which kind of seems borderline heart-attack to me, but miles don't KILL me.
And my legs only kind of SORT of hurt, so it's easy for me to keep going day after day.

Of course, I've only been going for 2 days.

But I can power walk like nobody's business at 4 miles an hour.
And that's precisely what I'm going to go do.

I'm keeping quiet 'til the phone stops ringing,
TWS