I have a reoccuring dream where I am running with the wind blowing in my hair, my long legs are taking perfect even strides and I am graceful as a gazelle. I am taking deep even breaths. my porcalin skin is kissed with pink on my amazing high cheekbones and my long smooth ponytail is swinging ever so gracefully. The problem with this is when I wake up. When I attempt to run my short legs more quickly but I go nowhere my flabby belly makes slapping noises as it jiggles and slaps with every step I take I sound like I am dying or at the very least have a chronic lung infection as I take shallow ragged breaths. My feet slam against the pavement and I am possibly the most ungraceful person you have ever witnessed.
Despite my overweight, ungraceful body I ran today. It was not far. It was not fast, but I ran and I will do it again.
