In the beginning, I couldn’t run 20 meters.
My gorgeous fat ass wibbled and wobbled.
My knees protested.
My body creaked and groaned.
But I did it.
I did it.
Then (crazy old me) went back and did it again next week.
Only this time I did two lots of 20 meters.
They say men are attracted to jiggly bits. It’s true. And when I run, I jiggle enough for every woman in Australia.
A couple of weeks later, the Adonis I train with suggested we try running 10m and walking 10m.
We tried it.
We kept on trying it.
This week I ran approximately 200m.
That’s improvement x10.
Next week, we start trying to run around our oval 1.5 times.
One day, I’m going to be able to sprint 100m.
One day, I’m going to be able to jog 1km.
Who knows, in 10 years time, when my joints have strengthened and my tendons and ligaments have lengthened and my muscles are strong and feisty, I might get to 10km.
How’s that for the 190kg?
I love my body. I love the things it can do for me. I love the way it feels when I run. I love my fat. I love my muscle. I love my lungs. It’s awesome!
And I thought, wouldn’t it be great if I could run 10km with a happy body?
Goals start with 20m. Goals start at the beginning. If I had sat around thinking ‘woe is me, I can’t run’ would I have run that first 20m? If I had sat around hating my body and hating my fat, would I have run that first 20m?
One of the tricks in life is to set audacious goals and work slowly towards them. Step by step. Bit by bit. Just a tiny bit. Just a fraction.
But keep moving forward. And love your fricken awesome self for being where you are and working on yourself (just a teeny tiny bit).
Tell me about something you’ve done a tiny bit of in the comments, that you’re working towards doing more of.