So I went to a hip hop class. Wearing my coolest gangsta swag I had I semi confidently walked into the studio. I arrived expecting to find mid to late 20 somethings like the video above but instead found early 20 something ballerinas. Intimidating. They were wearing tight skinny booty shorts, and there i was over weight wearing baggy jogging pants and a hoodie. I shook it off though. I was still excited. I was going to dance. I was going to get in shape and have fun. But once I started dancing I realized I was huffing and puffing and turning red really fast and the little ballerinas just floated along not even glistening.
Whatever.
I kept going. Then after about 45 minutes of shaking it I went to do a turn and I fell. Not a graceful fall I mean a loud co put. At that moment I realized I had to get my life together. I was over weight, not confident, and well my ass hurt from the fall-ego hurt.
I realized then that I didn't want to be the tubby girl and that I didn't want to be the first to be out of breath...
Around that time my friend K-dog (who just lost 20 pounds) asked me to run a 5k with her. I said sure but was horrified.
I mean 3 miles... thats like a marathon right?
How in the heck was I going to do this?
WTH was I going to do if I couldn't run the 5k? SHAME, HORROR, EMBARRASSMENT came to mind..
And because I didn't want to be plagued by those fun words I decided to take it one mile at a time and start my new adventure...
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