Well, actually it is day 1.5, but that is a moot point. Yesterday I started doing the Couch to 5K program. My goal is to run at least two road races this year. One in July and one in September.
I was very proud of myself that I made it through the first workout without vomiting. (This is just my 'thing' from my days of competitive running over 6 years ago. Never figured out why I actually do it...) Anywho, I also successfully wrangled both of my brothers to run with me. As we were stretching in my living room, my younger brother starts a rampant fit of giggles. Wanting to be in on the joke, I asked what was so hilarious. Before his brain to mouth filter could fully engage, he promptly told me that I had fat rolls on my stomach and it struck him as funny.
All I could do is stare at him.
Wow, thanks man. It's not like I DIDN'T realize that I was getting a little, uh, chubby. Why do you think I am getting back into running? Needless to say, any good feelings I had after my run were quickly dashed by his "joke".
And to think, I took up running to help with my mental health as well.
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