If I ever had to run for my life, I'd probably die.

I have recently succumbed to the peer pressure and joined Pinterest.  As expected, I am completely and totally addicted.  It is crack and you can't possibly walk away so don't even try.  

Yesterday, during one of my countless visits to Pinterest to get my "fix" I stumbled upon a cute quote that simply stated, "If I ever had to run for my life, I'd probably die."  Truer words could not have been written.  I immediately fell in love with the quote, recreated it on someecards.com and posted it on Facebook.  (Can you say Social Media whore?)  I received a few "Likes" and comments and had a good chuckle with some of my non-runner friends and moved on.  What I didn't expect was a private message from a girlfriend about starting a running program with her called "Couch to 5K".  

At first, I was surprised and flattered that she thought I could achieve such a lofty goal.  I am, without a doubt, the last person my circle of friends could imagine as a runner.  Then I started thinking about it.  Could I do this?  Could I really run?  Could I be one of those people that sweat (not perspire), and breathe hard and look like they are going to keel over dead any second?  Keep in mind, I have always been the chubby, funny girl with a cute face.  I have never been an athlete.  Hell, I've never been one that you'd call in shape and honestly, I never will be.  I am not build genetically to be thin.  I will always be, at the very least, curvy and I am 100% fine with that.  My girlfriend assured me I could do this.  She was also a non-runner that was converted to a runner and had let herself stop running.  She was ready to start again and she knew I could do it too.  

So, yep.  I'm going to do it.  I'm going start this seemingly impossible journey to become a runner.  Ha!  Let's be honest, I'll be fast jogger.  Okay, okay, I'll probably be a really fast walker but I'm at least going to give it a try.  I did ask if it was socially acceptable to bring a vomit bag along with my 10 gallons of water and numerous sticks of deodorant.  In case you were wondering, I have an insane fear of being stinky.  

Wish me luck as I venture in to this strange and mysterious running world.  Oh yea, if in time you find that I become a fitness freak please slap me.  

E