Dear All,
A few days before I turned 25, people kept saying to me how they had, on their 25ths, had major freakouts. Huh, I thought, well I had a freakout on my 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st and 22nd (not 23rd though - perhaps too drunk), so this was familiar territory.
And yet, no freakout. Instead, this strange little feeling I think may be determination has crept over me. Goals, I will conquer you, it says, mountains, you will be climbed.
One of those goals is to improve my fitness. I am a secret fat person - I may look fairly slim, but that's because I have bones similar to that of sparrows and no muscles. I'm bordering on obese. My fairly sporadic trips to the personal trainer in my gym have built up some muscle, but apparently you have to do some cardio for weightloss. Cardio, carbs, all this American slang confuses me. I have to do some carbs, you say?
Anyway, one day I woke up and thought, hey, I should run.
This is like Winnie the Poo suddenly saying, hey, I should carry round broccoli in my pot instead of "hunny" or Severus Snape saying, I should be nice to Harry Potter, or, to give a slightly more literary reference, Odysseus saying, nah, I don't need to go home.
Laru doesn't run. Laru hates running. About ten years ago, when I was in prison (read: high school) they made us run around the grounds every so often, and I remember panting away, the pain in my throat killing me (it's more the breathing than the running I suck at. I suck at breathing. Let that sink in), and thinking;
if I need to be thinner, I will just eat less. This is THE WORST.
And then, when I was running for ten minutes straight (applause please) like a boss this evening, I realised - I am wearing the same shorts I was when I ran around the grounds at prison (read: high school).
That's right, I've kept the same damn shorts from when I was eleven (awww), with the prison (read: school) crest, that are both frumpy and fugly to do exercise in. How is that for continuity?
Anyway, hopefully now I'm 25 bloody years old, I will become fit. If not, at least I can still fit into my 14 year old shorts (pretty sure they're one size fits all/stretchy).
Best Wishes,
Laru