Towards the end of my breakdown last week, after I had confirmed that I would not quit my journey, I told my husband something like this:
The funny thing is that when I am walking down the stairs from the cardio machines at the gym to the weights floor I feel so strong and fit. I know I’m chubby and I’m running at a slow pace of 4.8 mph on average (a 12:30 mile), but I feel like a thin, strong girl and I don’t care what anyone says or thinks.
Yep, I ran two miles in 25:05 minutes today and again I felt so strong. On the treadmill I may look like a hippo bouncing along, but in my mind I’m a gazelle – gliding along. 🙂