Ugh!Just when you thought the aches where over...

  You go to get a box of teabags off of your kitchen cupboard, and your shoulders scream. My legs feel good this morning, my arms however feel like ten tonne weights. This could be because my legs hurt so much Tuesday, my arms forgot to. Especially after the mammoth clay reclaim they did. But that aside, ugh!

  I was having nightmares about running the 5K last night. I had one of those nights where you "wake-up" multiple times. Like, I swear I just lived thirty years. And everyday I was running, yet never getting to the end. Needles to say, I am shattered today. 

  And actually, pretty annoyed at this blog. Why on earth should it take me three sodding hours to try and get this uploaded? 

  I am going to the park for tea and gossip, and although I have the dreaded rugrats in tow, I am going to chill out in the sunshine, and not even worry about any of this shizzle. *sigh*

I know, fat girls DON'T look good in Lycra.

  I suppose, like always, I want to start at the beginning, and that isn't always the best place TOO start, so I am starting here. I really just need to say, my names Jenna, I am a frustrated marathon runner, trapped in the body of a fat single parent, trying desperately to escape. You could call this my escape diary. Or not...
  Anyway, its a beautiful day in Cardiff, and the park was just lovely. Not as hot as Monday, when I was literally sweating my wobbly arse off and gasping for a lungful of humid, sticky air. Although I still tried to keep to the shadows as much as possible, the breeze made it pleasant enough to pass through the dreaded sunlight when needed. And although I took a wrong turn, again, and my muscles ached so bad I had to stop to stretch halfway through my walk/jog, I felt so positive that I came home, and stupidly signed up for a 5K run.HA! It isn't bad enough I am parading my rather well padded Lycra clad arse up and down the city centre of Cardiff every other day I am now going to do it with around 3,000 other idiots in the thinly veiled cause of raising money for charity. In truth, they just want to point and laugh at the fat girls. Us fatties know this for a fact. And if we're honest, we'd be laughing too if we weren't to busy thinking "FUCK YOU!"
  You see, for every fat person, wobbling round the park, there is a runner. It just takes them a little longer to be found under the layers of cake and bread. I know, fat girls DON'T look good in Lycra, but skinny girls look dreadful in leggings, and none of us complain.
   And when you stop and think about it, the high carbs diet of a runner is perfect for us large types. It's win win, right?