Everybody's running now. Everybody. Friends from high school who used to trudge around the track with me are now running. New friends are running. Random people I barely know are running. My neighbor's running. Everybody. And I kind of want to be a runner, too, because they all seem so happy and healthy and high off endorphins, plus they have that glowing smugness that comes with having endurance and sculpted calves. I want all of that. The problem, though, is that I hate running. I am also fat, which is a bigger obstacle than my hatred of moving at a fast pace. Running hurts your fat, in the first place, and in the second, you don't tend to have as much endurance, lung capacity, or muscle strength – at least, not at first. There's also the fear that passersby will be assholes, but worrying about what someone else thinks or says is no reason to avoid doing something. Anyway, I'm trying to discover my inner runner even though I'm fat. Here's what I've figured out so far.
1. Just Start Doing It 🏃
Easier said than done, right? Sometimes, though, you really do have to push yourself. Take that first step. Take that first run. It doesn't matter if you go at a snail's pace and make it no further than the end of your block. That's progress. It's a step. There will come a time where you'll have to push past your pain threshold, but the first time, when you're still scared and nervous and unsure, run as far as you can.