Needless to say, it did not turn out like I expected. I mean, I didn't plan to do a marathon or anything, but I thought I could at least make it more than 30 seconds. For the record, I did keep on walking. And I hated every single second of it.
So here are the random, unfiltered thoughts I had while
It's hot out here. I hope I don't get sweaty.
I hate sweating. It makes me feel gross.
Yep, I feel a sweat bead on my forehead.
This Happy song that I thought would make me happy while out here isn't working. Next!
This music isn't really helping me along at all. I thought it would make it easier.
Ok. Let's start jogging.
Holy shit, my ankles are hurting already.
Let's walk some more before we start that mess.
My lungs are small. I'd think they would expand the bigger I got. Nope.
Give me some air!
I'm sweating now. I feel gross. Sweating is gross.
Oh, I wonder who lives over there now.
Let's try this again. I'm going to jog until I reach that sign up there.
Fat people shouldn't jog. I can feel my fat flopping around with each step.
I wish my boobs were big enough to flop around while running.
These Nikes aren't very comfortable.
My ankles are effing killing me. Are my bones coming out of my skin?
If I sprain another ankle, should I limp home or call someone to pick me up?
If I sprain both again, I wonder if I should just call the security guards from the hospital to pick me up? (They are basically across the street.) Let's save on that ambulance bill.
How much further until I'm home?
Now, I know these runners are full of shit. This sucks.
I'm never running again.
Let me tweet about how much I hate this.
Ohhh. This might make a good blog post.