Back to 25 minutes today. Feels so goooooood. The last 5 minutes were a bona fide battle, but whatevs, then it was done :) That’s the fun thing about blogging (nearly) every workout; you get through it and then you get to go online and cheerlead for a little bit. It’s nice! Patting myself on the back and all.
The gym is still working out okay, but I’m finding I get some odd looks. Yes, I’m fat. Yes, I’m running for long periods of time. Apparently this causes cognitive dissonance in some people. I’m not going to die, I swear. I’ve been doing this for a while. Luckily the treadmills are in the back of the room. I do get the occasional whiff of being someone else’s ‘thinspiration’ but, seriously, f that. If you’re so insecure that seeing the fat chick running makes you want to crank up the treadmill… that, my dear, is your issue. Not mine.
