Maxigumee

I must be like, the preppiest runner ever. This morning, my I agreed to go running with my mother and my sister so we could go to Target afterwards. (Target rocks.) My running outfit consisted of the normal gym pants, but I also wore a button down shirt and a Gap sweater. Hey! I like to look presentable wherever I go!

Anyway, like two weeks ago, I went running with my sister and my mother at the same park. I was really, really bad. So bad, that in order to even get like a hundred feet behind my sister and my mother, I had to cut across the field. Yes, I suck. My mother blamed it on the fact that instead of running shoes, I was wearing clogs. Yes. That might have been it. Maybe.

Or maybe not. Today, I wore my nice, sporty, athletic New Balance sneakers and still. I sucked. A lot. Like, it’s not even funny how much I sucked. About a minute after I had started jogging really slowly, I was hunched over with a cramp. It hurt a lot. I ran a little more but basically walked the rest of the way. My mother and sister were waiting like fifteen minutes for me to finish. It’s sad.

It’s kind of scary, because when I’m really old and I lose my metabolism, I’m probably going to be super fat. My lifestyle isn’t really that active. And I do eat a lot of crap. And carbohydrates. I might become one of those people that has to be lifted by a crane out of their house when they die because they’re so fat. Ew.