Just a little neurotic

Today was a perfect day for a run. The sun was shining, the park beautiful green and running outfit clean in the closet (still with pricetags...). But as I pictured my perfect pace along the paths I remembered something - all those runners are in great shape! How would it be to compeet with all the slim people?! Suddenly my picture had changed to a half falling, half running stumble around the park with every bit of my body bouncing in all directions. But swinging up and down instead of side to side, overarms juggling next to my uncontrollable sideboobs and my tummy with a whole life of its own. You see, as I consider grocery shopping a sport (heavy bags, lot's of walking) nothing on me is firm, it's more like 5 packs of pink jello.

Logic #1: To run to get in shape - you must first be in shape.

So where does all the running people in the park go to get in shape? Is there a secret park somewhere they go to? Please, if you know where it is, tell me.

But a solution must be found - so instead of going out I simple stayed at home and hoped my below neightbours where not at home or very forgiving. I put on some good music and jumped around - from the hall to the kitchen and back for about 20 minutes looking like Phoebe in Friends. (it really is more fun!)

Now the plan is to do that Monday, Wednesday and Friday for 3 weeks and hope at least some things will be firm enough to show in public by then. Wish me luck.

If everything else fails I simply start running after midnight.