A woman in a green vest and black leggings runs round the bend on a race track, with red-and-white edges on the inside of the bend. Other runners are blurred behind her.

Run fat b!tch run

I was in the library yesterday, when a book figuratively leapt out at me: Run fat b!tch run by Ruth Field.

Run fat b!tch run by Ruth Field
Run fat b!tch run by Ruth Field

Not a friendly title, but strangely compelling. I picked it up and started reading it. It was written exactly for people like me: fat lazy people with little or no motivation to get their fat lazy bums off the sofa (or bed sofa, in my case) and out running. I almost felt almost motivated to go running, but I was in the library and wasn’t wearing trainers.

This afternoon, I picked the book up again. Despite my mother’s rules about swearing, I’m to look at myself in the mirror and call myself a fat bitch. It’s meant to be motivational.

Field moved on to talking about turning off whatever rubbish was on the telly and going out for a run. To my surprise, I put the book down, turned Friends off the telly, put my trainers on and went for a run.

The first three minutes were ok. Then I discovered I need better lungs.

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