I still can't really believe it, but I've done it: I went running. Don't know how far and I didn't look at any clock so I don't know how long I was out either, but I successfully mastered eight bouts of running, intersperced with brisk walking. Yep, this is what it looks like when you're starting from the bottom. My boyfriend helped me along, because I would have felt much too awkward alone on my first time. He had to do an extra round afterwards, because my beginner-ass training ain't gonna do anything for him. I had tried to go running once before, but that was years ago and I absolutely hated it.
To everyone who called me a spoiled brat for wanting cute workout clothes: Screw you, cute workout clothes are what transformed running from so terrible I avoided it for years to: "Sure, let's do this again on Thursday." I had never even considered ever going running again until I saw myself in my new cute leggings.
This probably won't affect my weight loss, because workouts do increase my appetite and a maximum of 500 kcal burnt (not today, but maybe in the future) every other day won't really make that much of a difference.
An honorary mention here also to Geralt, whose jogging across the landscape, picking flowers, probably cemented the idea of going running in my mind after it emerged. I indeed felt a desire to pick the blowballs alongside the path. Luckily there weren't any drowners by the river, I hadn't packed my sword.
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