This is week 8 of the 9-week c25k program. That's 2 months of running. Two months of feeling like I might throw up and pass out - and hoping I don't do them at the same time. BUT I'm still waiting.
Still waiting on that Running Goddess body to appear, bright and shiny like a golden statue, everything put back in it's rightful place (ie: boobs no longer hiding in my underpants), freedom from the jiggle-butt syndrome, maybe even longer hair and fewer grays.
Am I asking too much? I even gave up cookie dough and along with that part of my sanity.
Fine. At this point, I'd settle for feeling less like a massive squatting toad. Still, the golden statue effect would be super.
sidenote: My IRL friend, Miss Scares-me-a-little, has a fabulous story about a lady who's boobs did actually hide in her pants. For the record, mine do not. Yet.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?