Run!

So I recently got started on this whole running thing. It started out last year actually. After seeing some of my friends (Noelle, and a bunch of other people not on the internet)  join a couple of marathons, I idly mused about the possibility of doing it myself just to see what it would be like. Apparently, the Universe heard me, and is holding me to that promise. I swear, the Universe has no sense of humor whatsoever. Also, arms; but that’s not the point of this post.

Anyway, running didn’t appear to be all that hard. I mean, I have been running since I was born (after food, away from dogs; then when I got older, away from cops). But then when I got started on the treadmill, no amount of imaginary burgers or hotdogs in front of me could get me to run for very long. So I had to redefine running to be “the act of walking at a pace fast enough to feel a slight breeze, but slow enough not to cause me any physical discomfort.”

I’d spend an hour or two working out like that and I was OK. (Let it be said that I have also redefined working out as “the act of spending the minimum amount of time in the gym so as not to let my gym membership go to waste, while not doing any real working out whatsoever.” I guess these months of “working out” at the gym have deluded me into thinking I was ready to join my first run.

So when I saw that huge poster Century Superbods Run poster in place of the old one of Derek Ramsey (with his unnaturally high belly button) along C5, I realized that this was a good a chance as any. Joining the race will also reveal once and for all whether or not  Derek Ramsey’s belly button really is just 5 inches from his neck.

After registering, I found myself a little more motivated to run. So for the past couple of weeks, I have been taking my gym membership seriously. I signed up for the 3K category, and if my time on the treadmill is any indication, I can run that distance  just around the following week. But I don’t mind, having a goal has given me the incentive I needed to really exert some effort; and if anything, my blood sugar’s been hovering the normal levels since I started.

Also, while I have yet to see a significant reduction in my girth, I have noticed that my belly button has moved a couple of millimeters North. So maybe Derek Ramsey isn’t an alien afterall.

Anyway, if you want to see a sweaty overweight guy humiliate himself on Feb 21, be at Fort Bonifacio around 5am, and I’ll see what I can do to entertain you.