Run, Chubby Girl, Run

I have never been a runner. I fucking hate it. Sorry, but there is no other way to put it. But I need to get back into some semblance of shape after the amazing M&Ms stress-eating I did my first two semesters.

I have been doing some cross training and such, trying to get into shape, and I decided I would try to run a 5K to see how my workouts were progressing. In a smidge over 30 minutes, I completed it without dying. Alas, the ultimate goal.**



But now, I'm hooked. It's a freaky culture you have, you in-shape runner-people. And I like it.

So I have officially begun my training for a half marathon, somewhere abouts 1 year from today. Again, completing is the goal, not winning. Because, I mean, I'm not that crazy.

**I have never been so proud of an accomplishment, ever. My race bib is magnet-ed to my refrigerator.