Represent!

I managed to drag myself to the gym this morning.

My morning training class has grown in size again which means the trainer splits the class in two. Half do the stations, half stay on the treadmills for cardio and then we switch.

Last week I was in the "chubby girl" group and I was cool with that because well, I am a chubby girl. And let me tell you, I was so glad too because the trainer was making the "more fit" group run, a lot and with the incline.

Well, today I was put the with "more fit" group. When the trainer told me to stay on the treadmill but told my fellow chubby girls to head to the stations, my heart hit my feet.

I started feeling nervous-I knew that I would not be able to run like he had made the group last week. I mean, I can jog some but not for too long and not at more than a 2% incline.

But I decided that I would just do what I could do and not pay attention to what the others were doing.

And I'm here to tell you I didn't do half bad. I did have to slow down to a fast walk about 2 minutes before everyone else and I wasn't able to run at the 5.5 speed as long, I had to bring it down to 5.

There were a few times that I felt like I just couldn't do it. Instead I focused on my breathing, keeping my eyes straight ahead. But I ran much longer than I thought I could, I mean I ran more than I walked. I actually only walked the one time when the incline was at 4%.

In the corner of my eye, I could see the one guy to my left looking over at me quite a bit. Maybe it was out of concern-I was awful red in the face. Maybe he was mesmerized by my boobs (I wear two bras but I am a double D, there's only so much I can do to hold the girls in place). Or maybe he was impressed-at the chubby girl, running right along with them, not giving up.

I was wanting to raise my hand and yell Represent! Chubby girls!

I'm sure he wasn't impressed with that though. It was probably my boobs.