While running this evening, not only have I lost all the feeling in my whole body (how cold is it? Just snow why don't you?) I've realised one important thing. I have a love hate relationship with running.
Hate
: I HATE the feeling that I get when I'm running and all I can feel is my bum bouncing up and down. It feels huge. Seriously, it's like having a bum bag (don't pretend you never had one..we all did..mine was "head"..sporty eh?)on that you've filled with all the pick and mix from woolies that you could ram in there...now try to run? Spin it around and that my friends is my bottom. Am tempted to strap it down or cut it off.
: what do you do with your arms and hands???been watching people, most keep them up high and hardly move, yet when I run I hear crys of my p.e teacher shouting at me while doing the 1500m "punch those arms Alice...punch through the air...." so at present I look like a overweight boxer
: the other female runners. I HATE them, they look gorgeous, running like gazzels, tall and lean and not one bit of sweat? Are these girls robots??
: boot camp participants..you my friends are the people that put me off my aforementioned fat boxer running. I realise I am puffing and panting and 80 year old betty is laughing at me, so take a tactical stretch, or imaginary "annoying" phone call till you bugger off with those dum bells.
: I hate the fact I feel like I can't do it. I hate being a failure and people telling me "you don't have to go ahead with it you know?"
Now, my loves...
:LOVE the outfit! Shopping for Lycra is not something anyone other than a runner should do...but boy isn't the stuff amazing?
: LOVE the fit men who now notice me, well, I do somehow seem to be doing a tactical stretch while they run past..you know how it is..really have to stretch out this hamstring on this bench, with a cheeky wink. Hell, I look the part, they don't need to know I can't run for toffee
: finally, my last love. I love the fact I'm going to do my best and prove any doubters wrong. Even if it takes 8 hours, 4 cigarettes and a cheeky vino, I will do it. Because what is life if you don't continually challenge yourself?
Oh, just one more cheeky hate? The website that told me clapham common was much larger than it actually is...rubbish.
