So for all of you that don’t already know, I am participating in the “Sweat Your Claws off” challenge for the month of June. This involves either running or walking at least 1 mile each day. I have run a total of 35 miles so far this month and you can see my progress on my Face Book page daily. This is one of the many reasons why I love Facebook because a friend of mine from Long Island created this and invited me to participate. Another friend from high school that now lives in London challenged me last year to do 22 push ups in 22 days to raise awareness of veteran suicide. I have no idea how I got through that one being I can’t even do 5 push ups today! I must have summoned the strength from the veterans and I am not one to back down from a challenge, especially via Facebook. I know what you are all thinking…. Who cares about sweaty claws and push ups, what about the wardrobe malfunction!
Last Thursday I headed out for my evening run. I had bought a handful of new shorts the day prior so I was psyched to break them in. To my surprise, as soon as I took my first strides my shorts started falling down! What the? I stopped, pulled them back up and tried again. Same thing. Damn. Now being I have been challenged to do this mile a day thing of course I can’t head back home defeated, so I walked instead. Walking is good but I don’t get that same adrenaline rush as I do from running. So I walked as fast as I could without losing my shorts. See, maybe I could have gotten my 15 minutes of fame being a featured story on WIS. “Woman arrested for indecent exposure while running across the Blossom Street Bridge tonight at 11:00”.
There is a silver lining to my shorts story. I have always been a size large, at a minimum, for as long as I can remember. When I went to the store to shop for new shorts I picked up a pair that was on a hanger marked “Large” and off to the dressing room I went. As I slid them on and they began to slide right down I checked the tag and they were actually a 2XL. This actually elated me being at one time I could only shop from the XL/XXL rack. I put those shorts back and verified the tag on the size large, didn’t try them on and preceded to the cashier. When I got home and tried them on to my surprise they were kinda big. What is this? A size large is too big? Doesn’t make sense. I decided to give those shorts a try and they failed. So back to the store to purchase my first pair of size medium ANYTHING. It felt so foreign but I could definitely get used to this.
Just to set the records straight. I do not want to be a size small, that is not the destination of my journey. I want to be comfortable in my own skin. I want to be healthy. Medium is friggin’ amazing! This is not a quick process loosing weight and getting healthy. I had a mind shift 2 years ago to start getting fit and I’m still working at it. Hey, I had a bowl of ice cream with peanut butter and popcorn last night so I’m not always a miss rice cakes and carrot sticks kind of gal. Have a great day!