Decided to get back into running. Decided to run tonight. Shoot for 3 miles, 4 if I’m feeling good.
At mile .5 I saw some friends driving and basically blamed them for giving me motivation.
At mile 1.2 it started pouring rain. Might as well keep going, I won’t make it home dry.
At mile 1.5 my phone couldn’t pick up signal so I shoved it in my shorts. Super comfortable. I finally figured out a use for the weird mesh butt support.
At mile 3.7, with my b-plan mileage tracker, my phone died. It was just me, a thunderstorm, and the pavement. And about a thousand frogs.
At mile 5ish, I met a very nice redneck who offered me a poncho. Funny guy.
At mile 6ish I made a turtle friend. Or I forced my friendship on him, whatever.
At mile 6.5ish the frogs turned on me, and one ker-slapped my leg.
At mile 7.4ish, I made it home. Completely blown away and what I had just accomplished.
I didn’t miss running. Running missed the f*ck out of me.
You are beautiful, your body is wonderful, and you are STRONG! You are more than worthy of love, and most of all you deserve to love yourself. You are amazing, and I just hope you know that! 😘😘
(Source: coachmelissag, via cadybay)
A study in ‘thigh gaps are less common than you think and exercise and diet won’t get you one but posing a certain way will’
"As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do."