I am a fat guy. I am a fat guy that sits behind a desk all day. While I do have a gym membership and try to make it at least 3 times a week, I more often than not fail at that goal. So what makes me think I can be a runner?? I mean, I've never been a fan of running. I probably haven't run/jogged more than a half a mile since high school! Yet here I am contemplating taking up running. For fun!
It all started with the evil that is Twitter. Like most people I signed up, started following people I knew and names I recognized. Then started following the followers of those people. And I've actually managed to meet some of those people in real life and become, if not friends, at least acquaintances. Sounds pretty good so far, huh?
See, the problem with getting to know people is you get to know their likes and dislikes--what inspires them. That's all well and good but then what inspires them starts to inspire you. It's not that you're trying to copy or steal anything from them but you just sort of get caught up in their excitement. Like running.
There are a couple of avid runners on my Twitter friends' list, who shall remain nameless, that I met at IamLUG in St. Louis, MO who were dedicated crazy enough to get up every morning and run. At 7:00 AM. Before breakfast even! While I admired their dedication I valued my sleep more. Still... I was jealous? Curious? Inspired? Whatever it was the seed of becoming a runner was planted and has been germinating for the last couple of months. I even went for a run/walk stumble/crawl a couple of times in September, but I didn't stick with it. And that's really the root of my lifelong weight issues--consistancy.
Now like many of you, I'm also an IT geek and I love my toys. So when I saw that the Amazon Deal of the Day was the Garmin Forerunner 305 I thought, "This might be the answer to my problems with motivation!" I read some of the reviews and decided, probably rather impulsively, to order one.
So now I'm a fat guy that sits behind a desk all day waiting for a package from Amazon and dreaming of the yards, nay miles, that he will some day traverse on foot.
Wish me luck!