I am NOT a runner.
I am NOT a runner. Wait let me make sure you understand. I AM NOT A RUNNER. I don’t believe I am a good runner. I was never good at running growing up. Never pushed the limits, took that leap of faith that i could ever be. I was too FAT to be a good runner. That was my excuse.
For 28 and almost a half that was my excuse. Just if I was skinnier I could be a good runner, a great runner, not such a scaredy cat. Do all this cool things, take the bull by the horns. EXCUSES EXCUSES. Will me being skinny really make me a great runner? Yes it would make it easier to run fast, take stress of my body being smaller, help my breathing, make it so I can run longer before getting tired. But just because I am over weight doesn’t mean I can’t be a runner. The only one that is stopping me from being good or great runner is ME. And the only one that can change that is me. Because in the end we only regret the chances we didn’t take.
Adventure is out there!!! I am not sitting around and letting it pass me by anymore.