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?