Some of the wives invited me to go running last night, and then convinced me to train with them. I can't remember what number it is though... a 5K? A 10K? I'm hoping for a 2K.
I hate running.
But I also hate having to buy new pants because my old ones won't fit over my knees.
I have fat knees.
Just kidding. I do have fat thighs though. So, you know, YOU'RE WELCOME for that mental image.
Now, before someone calls BS, I'll admit that I actually love shopping for new clothes. As long as "I have nothing to wear" isn't a literal statement, I'm all for it.
But lets face it. Those dressing room mirrors are not exactly flattering, and when you're buying up a size (or three) it's just not a pleasant experience.
That's where my 1.2K comes in.
Also, exercise is good for depression. Obviously, the Universe has a dry sense of humor. When you can't even get out of bed to use the bathroom**, exercise is not gonna be high on your daily to-do list.
I'm gonna go wash my sports bra. Wish me luck.
**I don't wet the bed. I promise. I just wait about an hour and a half longer than I should, and then run to the toilet at the last possible moment. I like to think of it as "exercising my bladder." I wonder if they have 1/4K's for that, too?