Posts tagged ‘plus size’

Wendy Shanker: The Fat Girl’s Guide to Life

And tonight because I am mostly uninspired and extra tired and on my way to watch an episode of Drop Dead Diva Season 2 on the almighty Netflix, I present to you, an excerpt from this super funny and inspiring book by Wendy Shanker, “The Fat Girl’s Guide to Life”:

DISCLAIMER: I get that some might prefer the product Wendy is talkin’ about.  That’ s cool.  Seriously, do what you’ve got to do.  I mostly just find this funny, rings a truth and it captures the humorous tone of the book quite well.

You can imagine my delight the first time I saw a commercial for the Always Maximum Protection Maxipad.  I was pumping up and down on the elliptical trainer at the gym when I first caught it.  A big beautiful blond woman cooed about Always Maximum Protection with Flexi-Wings, a maxipad designed especially for women sizes 14 and up.  She wondered if I knew that most maxipads are designed for a size 6 or below.  

I stopped pumping and started thinking.  First: “Cool!  Finally a company understands that I belong to a special market with special needs!”  

Then:  “Do my special needs really include a plus-size maxipad?”

There’s no biological connection between the size of my body and the heaviness of my menstrual flow.  So I have to think that Always Maximum Protection must not be designed for a heavier flow, but for a wider diameter of protection.  In other words, Always is selling me an extra-large pad for my extra-large underwear.  Ah.  

It definitely looks different than the other pads.  You know the Always Maximum Protection when you see it in the drugstore.  You’ll find the pantiliners, and the minipads, and the maxipads, and then you’ll wonder why someone left a box of Huggies on the shelf.  Hon, those aren’t Huggies.  That’s the Always Maximum Protection Maxipad.  

Can you say offensive?  Just because I wear a size 14 or up, I don’t run around in a giant pair of granny panties.  That lame image has been the punchline of one too many adolescent comedy flicks.  I wear sexy, fitted panties in a wide variety of colors and styles.  Sure, my skivvies have a wider waistband than that of the size 6 girl, but the strip of cloth that is pad-coverable is pretty much the same minimal width in any pair of panties (except the thong – but that’s a different torture for a different day).  It doesn’t matter if you wear a size 2 or a size 22; the strip is the strip.  There ain’t a lot of give there.  

A press rep at Procter & Gamble, the parent company of Always, assured me that the product was created in response to demand from a plus-size consumer website.  It has sold so well that other companies are going to knock it off.  So maybe there are some of you out there who want or need a wider product like this one.  But can you say uncomfortable?  I felt like I had a throw pillow stuffed down my pants when I walked around wearing the Maximum Protection Maxipad in a road test.  

I’m curious: if Always assumes that a bigger girl needs a bigger pad, what about petite women?  Like Sarah Jessica Parker’s size 0 body?  Will Always be creating some little Q-tip looking minipad that she can delicately stick in her ultra-narrow panty strip to accommodate her teeny-weeny vageeny?  

I don’t mean to knock the great strides that have been made in pantiliner technology.  For example, you can now buy black pantiliners.  But they are made for black underwear, not for black women.  

There’s no correlation between dress size/body size and genitalia size.  You’d never assume that all plus-size men need plus-size condoms for their plus-size penises – though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you did.  

Putting the general size issue side, I’m insulted by the very creation of this product because it screams, “Hey, you Fat Girl!  Here’s a plus-size pad for your plus-size vagina!”  

The truth is, while I am a definitely a plus-size woman, I do not have a plus-size vagina.  I have a regular-size vagina.  I may wear bigger pants than other women do, but our internal organs are all pretty much the same size.  

It’s not like you gain and lose weight in your vagina.  Like, some women carry weight in their thighs, and others carry weight in their butts, and some women carry their weight in their vaginas?  No.  Do you think Carnie Wilson had some great big Grand Canyon-like vagina, and now, after gastric bypass surgery, she’s got some itty-bitty little slice of vagina?  Nuh-uh.

See, I have enough problems without Procter & Gamble implying that I’ve got some sort of big, fat, crazy vagina down there that’s going to swallow you up if you get too close.  Fat Girls have worked too hard to get beautiful, sexy clothes designed to fit our beautiful, sexy bodies.  When we dress stylishly, and walk proudly, and speak loudly, we affirm that we wear a bigger size.  But sexually, we’re just like other women.  We have the same parts, pleasures, concerns, and needs. So please, don’t sell me an extra-large spoon, because I don’t have an extra-large mouth.  Don’t invent an extra-thick stick of deodorant, because my armpit acreage is perfectly average.  I don’t need extra-wide Charmin to wipe my extra-fat ass.  And I won’t buy an extra-wide maxipad, because I have a perfectly normal vagina.  Don’t get me wrong, my vagina is fabulous.  It does cool stuff.  But size-wise, it’s just a regular, old, standard-issue vagina.

Thanks, but no thanks.

September 12, 2011 at 10:22 pm 12 comments

C25K: Week 9 Day 3, The End!

Or, graduation, as it is called in the Couch-2-5K world.

I DID IT.

I am so stinkin’ proud of myself for completing this program, for running 3 days a week for 9 weeks, no setbacks, nothing, just perks and awesome progress.

I conquered a fear.  I went from a place of complete and utter exhaustion after several interval runs of 60 seconds each, to this, to 30 minutes of running non-stop, and to feeling like I could continue to pound the pavement for many more minutes.   I’ve stuck to my word and I’ve run 3 times a week, as well as basically walked every day of the week.  I have NOT done strength training on the off days as planned, but I do plan to.   That’s the hardest part though – setting out and doing it.  Heading off to the gym, or even the backyard, with a few weights, and going at ‘er.  This is something that I really need to do though, because I really feel my lung capacity building and building, but my overall body strength doesn’t really seem to match up.  I feel like I am and would be capable of more more more and my endurance could be greater, it’s just that I need to build myself up.

I also have not taken weekly photos or measured myself weekly as I had planned.  That’s kind of a bummer, but I’m okay with it.  I would like to measure myself this weekend, weigh myself, and see officially where I’m at.  I think I’ve lost about 11-12 lbs, given what the scale tells me on any given morning, which is my own personal legit weigh-in that I have come to rely on.  The most important thing of all is I feel stronger, I feel healthier, and I feel happier.  The running has taken over this huge health component of my life and has strongly encouraged me to pursue other healthy habits.  Everything in my life, since having Cade, has had such an amazing and positive domino effect that shit, I really have a LOT to thank that little guy for.  For reals though.  Cloth diapers have motivated me to be more enviro-friendly in other areas of my life, hence my deep desire to get a Diva Cup very soon, to use our own cleaning supplies and rid of the chemicals, to minimize the use of plastic snack bags and what have you.  Exercising with such a strong and intense purpose has motivated me to put good stuff into my body, to consume loads and loads of water, and to model this to my boy, so he in turn will feel good about treating his body with respect and love.  Gosh, I really do owe this little angel a lot.  Give it up for Cade, y’all!  And that’s not even the half of it.  Cripes.

I shed a few tears on my run last night.  Did I mention that I am also a sensitive and fragile being since I’ve experienced pregnancy, birthing and becoming a mother?  It’s ridic.  I cry at everything.  I think I actually have mentioned it. It’s a pretty strong and rampant theme in my life right now, so it absolutely trails into my running. I’m one of those saps that chokes up at silly TV commercials. I am one of them.

This whole journey has been extremely emotional and empowering for me. I have shown myself that I can DO things. This body is capable of a whole lot that I might not have thought it was a couple years ago. A whole lot of it is mental. I really had to put my mind to it, I really had to set out and convince myself, tell myself, that I am a capable, strong woman, who can DO shit. And I DID shit, alright. This body, this big ol’ body that I have criticized, that I have had up and down relationships with, that I have loved and loathed, is now one of my friends. We’re becoming all chumpy and what not, once again, and you know what, it feels really good. I am learning to respect it and treat it how it wants to, needs to and should be treated. Rome wasn’t built in a day though, and so we too are learning. How can I treat myself, my body, the vessel that carries all my own most preciousness, in such a disastrous way and expect it to reward me with life? I absolutely cannot, that is not an option and the only thing that was getting in the way of that was fear and self-loathing tendencies. It’s not fair to my family and it is not fair to me to have went on beating myself up, theoretically I mean, with food and bad energy and sedentary ways. So we’re on this journey and I feel so very committed to it, and I can’t even really say that. I don’t feel like it’s apart from me, I don’t feel like it is something tangible that I must grab a hold of and commit to. I feel like I have truly and genuinely internalized the shit out of it, this new way of living, and so now we just motor on, going about our life, because that’s just the way it is.

August 5, 2011 at 3:43 pm 5 comments

C25K: Week 9 Day 2

Soooooooooo close!  I THINK this might have been my best run yet.  I ran 3.88km in 30 minutes, and combined with my warm-up and cool-down, I did 4.8km in about 38 minutes.  Not too bad really, right?  I’m kinda impressed with myself.  Slightly.  I did a few calculations and given my running pace/distance, it took me on average 7.7 minute to run 1km, so at that rate, it would take me about 38.5 minutes do run 5km.  AWESOME!

I can’t believe I have 1 more run and I am done.  Just like that.  And to be honest?  As much as I want to believe in myself, and as far as I’ve come, I wasn’t always at this place.  Before I started, I doubted.  I really wondered if I would make it this far.  Of course I WANTED to but if I could and would was another story.  I’ve joined many gyms, different programs, classes, and what have you.  I typically get bored by things after a couple months, but not this.  I feel like I am just getting started, and that?  That feels amazing.

The runner’s high is like no other and it is starting to control my life.  Everything I do reflects back to running (well, and of course being a mama!) and I am pumped.  I had this revelation tonight when I was running, and it was that now that I have started running, there is no looking back.  That is not an option, because if that happens, and I come to a standstill, I’m going to have to start at square one again.  And while there might not be anything wrong with that for you, there is a LOT wrong with that for me.  I feel like this has just been weaseled into my routine, I’ve adapted it and we’re friends now, like, besties.  I can’t let go of this, because if I do, I’m letting go of a very important goal, a dream, and letting go of dreams just seems so… emo?  And lame.  And discouraging.  So we won’t go there.

I say we make August the month of really tackling those pesky fears, of really letting go, grabbing a hold of them, and wrestling them to the ground.  I started this program and June, and this is where we’re at now, almost done.  June was the beginning of my tackle all the fears in the world way of living, and so far so good.  It was not only a huge success, but it has continued to be, and it has only grown.

I know I’ve compared running to breastfeeding, and I think I’ve compared it to birthing as well, but can we go there again please?  Birth can be such a huge mind thing.  With mental blocks and the works.  It’s like running.  They’re both physiological to an extent yes, but I think a huge part of it is that we have to go DEEP within ourselves and git’er done.  We need to conquer it in whatever way is going to make us feel most comfortable.  For some people birthing, that is in a hospital and for some it is in a home.  For some runners, that is running on a busy street and for some it is running on the back streets, along the river at dusk.  There’s a lot of preparation that needs to go on.  Education.  Research.  Building up your knowledge base.  Healing your heart and going forward.  When I was about to give birth to Cade, when I was labouring, I kept checking in with myself, making sure I felt like I was in a good head space, making sure I felt positive and empowered.  I do the same when I’m running.  I remind myself that I am capable of this because I am this.   It’s like one of my favourite birthing mantras – you can overcome and work through the contractions, they are not stronger than you, you are the contractions.  Sounds fluffy and crunchy, but I think it ought to work.  I never really realized that or internalized that until after I birthed my precious boy, but I think that statement is incredibly powerful and important.  I know birthing and running are not the same, trust me, I realize that.  What I am doing is comparing my mind sets in both of them, and pointing out how similar they can be for me, and why they have both transformed my mindset and the way I live my life in such huge, powerful ways.

So day 3, let’s do this.  It’s going to be a good one, a big one, and I’m not going to wrestle you to the ground, because that wouldn’t be very indicative of where we started and how far we’ve come.  I’m going to grab you, love you all up, get all huggy and romanticize the shit out of you.  You’re a run, I’m a runner.  Let’s do this.

August 2, 2011 at 10:52 pm 2 comments

C25K: Week 9 Day 1

We’re in the final stretch now and it feels OH. SO. GOOD.

I’ve been saying and thinking “I’m doing this! I’m doing this!” all along, and pretty soon I can say “I DID IT!” and do you know how friggin’ good that feels?  Conquering a fear, something I told myself I couldn’t do, and instead, went on to prove myself, and I’m sure many other naysayers wrong?  Shit yeah!  I belong in some kind of new club or something now.  I feel like when I see people running, and I’m just out for a leisurely walk, I want to yell out, “I can do that too!  I’m just not doing it right now.”  

I did my first run of the last week on a treadmill, because by the time I got my butt in gear to go, it was way too flippin’ hot and I didn’t want to battle heat exhaustion like last time I decided it was an amazing idea to git’er done in the sun.  I don’t know my exact distance, because the treadmill kept turning off whenever I’d switch the fan on, but I THINK it was almost 3 miles, which is aaaaaaaawesome for me, best yet.  There was a time where I had the speed set to 5.5 mph!  But my average was about 5.0 mph, which is still a huge step.  The only other time I ran on a treadmill, I was running at about 4.3 mph, and that was week 6 day 3 I think?  We’re making headway, oh yes we are.

My weight loss is at about 10 lbs, I think I’ve posted that before, but even more awesome is my energy level has increased and I am very aware of that.  My clothes are fitting looser, and I feel like I “take up less space” than I did before.  I am learning to love my body again, but we’ve still got some work to do.  I went through a nasty phase when I was a few months post-partum.  It was hard and difficult and… interesting, because I had worked so long to come to a sort of peace with my body and its “imperfections.”  So when my mind came crashing down and tried to tell me to hate on myself, I sort of listened to it at times, and we were not in a happy place as much as we should’ve been.  But we’re getting there!  We’re working on it, and there are so many contributing factors, including… my happy pills (Vitamin D and Omega 3’s), sunshine, exercise, well-balanced diet and treating myself one day a week, and most of all, my fricken’ awesome little family and life I’ve got going on here.  I’ve got to do a lot of reminders, daily almost, because I see things I don’t have but desperately want, and then I start to feel like a little kid and am sad that I can’t have such and such.  That’s when I have to take a tiny little step out of my mind, look at what I’ve got, as cliche as maybe it sounds, and re-evaluate.  We do that a lot lately.

I’m trying to think of a way to treat myself after I finish this program.  One thing I am doing is going out with a couple of my besties on Thursday.  I don’t do it very often so that will be a huge treat, however, I’d like to personally reward myself with something.  It’s hard when money is tight, so it can’t be anything too extravagant, and I don’t necessarily want it to be something food-related either.   Anyone have any ideas?   I’d love to buy myself a brand spankin’ new pair of awesome, pro-fitted runners, because I know that I need them to avoid potential injury, but I’d be looking at about a hundred dollar bill there.  We’ll see.  I haven’t bought myself new running shoes for about… 3 years, so, yeah, it’s probably really bad that I’m running in these ones, but they are in decent shape.  Still though, I need to get in on the shoe market SOON before I smash my feet all up.  So throw your ideas at me and we’ll see what we can do.

Oh and totally not C25K related, but I’m taking on a little project and I’m having a lot of fun with it.   I’m now an Admin on the Facebook page for The Birthing Site.  It’s awesome, informative, and fun.  I love to support amazing people as they go through an amazing stage in their life, and I am learning a lot.  You should come check it out.  You don’t have to agree with all of the articles posted, or links, or what have you.  We are welcoming of ALL birthing experiences, not just “natural”.  The main thing is we encourage woman to be educated about what ALL of their options may be, so they can make the right choice for THEM, which may not be the right choice for anyone else, but that’s not the important thing.  Come and say hello!

August 2, 2011 at 12:09 am 4 comments

C25K: Week 8 Day 1

I can officially run for 28 minutes straight.  Shazam!  I killed it, too.  It felt easier than week 7, which blows my fricken’ mind.  How can running 3 whole minutes more be easier?  Just doesn’t add up.  But apparently it does, ’cause I did it.  I actually totally blew week 8 day 1 out of the WATER and I was so pumped about it.  I took a new route too, which spices things up and makes it seem more interesting.  It keeps it fresh and real, and I’m all about that.

My total route was about 4.3km last night, which is a little tiny bit of a step up.   Still going about the same pace as I have been for the last couple weeks, but that’s totally cool.  It’s all about the distance, and by distance I mean, the amount of distance/time I can run for straight, and I am killing that personal goal of mine so we’re doing good.  My (loosely devised but definitely doable) plan is to do the C25K program all over again once I finish, but not before doing a week of 3 runs, at 5km each, no matter how long it takes me.   I want to say I can run a 5k, and I know that I CAN but I haven’t done it yet, so I just need to do it and then I can say it, legitimately, with some backing.

I seem to have somewhat abandoned my morning runs, but I’d love to get back into it.  It happened when I was out of town for a week, and it just didn’t really work for me to get up at 7am and go, mostly because Cade had a few rough nights and this mama just couldn’t get her morning act together.  And for me, it’s either go super early in the morning, or go at night when the humidity won’t suffocate me.  I used to think there was no way I could run if it was past like, 8am, but I guess I’m wrong.  Maybe I just used it as a silly excuse?  Who knows what goes on in this brain sometimes.  I sure don’t.

To be honest, I feel like I am running out of things to say about the runs and the program and the way it has changed my life.  I always feel the same things, just more intensely each time.  I feel like I will bore y’all to death if I keep going on incessantly about how it is so amazing, how I am making myself proud, and how I feel like a million bucks.  But really, secretly, I cannot wait until my C25K ‘graduation’ post where I can go on and on and on and again, secretly (but not so much anymore) I don’t CARE if it’s boring because I am going to be on top of the world, going on and on about the program.  I really should have shares in it or something, because I’ve name-dropped SO many times in the last 2 months.  Oi.

So with that, I’m-a end this now.  No sense in going on and on right?  You’re going to hear it all over and over again, and you’ve heard it all in the past.  Non-stop madness.  I did it, I killed it, I’m proud and pride is going to rob me of words for the time being.

July 25, 2011 at 10:41 am 6 comments

C25K: Week 7 Day 3

These weeks are flying by so very, very fast.  I am done week 7 which means I have 2 weeks to go.  That’s it.  That’s all.  And, bearing any unforeseen circumstances, I know I can finish these 2 weeks, so that’s a bit of a perk me up.

I really struggled with day 3.  It was rainy and gloomy.  The rain, I love.  Running in the rain is lovely.  I am not a fan of gloomy days and so that threw me off a bit, but I did it, I completed it, and I did the same route as day 2, except… wait for it, I did it 2 minutes faster than day 2!  GO ME.  At this rate, it will still take me just under 42 minutes to complete a full 5k, but we’re getting there.  I really don’t think that’s that bad, I know it’s slower than I’d like, but what I love right now is that I’m doing it.  Can I say F the speed, F the distance?  Well I’m going to.  My main goal is completion, full completion, full runs, no stopping, and that is exactly what I’m doing and no less.

I weighed myself this morning, like I do every morning, and if I were to record today’s first morning weight, I am at a 10 lb loss, which is astounding to me.  My weight fluctuates severely every single day, and I know this because there’s a small part of me that I am not proud of that steps on that scale several times throughout the day.  I am mildly obsessive about it but not in an unhealthy way, if that is possible given the obsession at hand?  Point is, I’ve lost NEARLY 10 lbs since I started the program 7 weeks ago.  That’s incredible to me.  And I feel like a million bucks.  I have loads of energy, and I have adopted a ‘why walk when you can run’ attitude, well, most of the time.

If you knew me 3 months ago, 3 years ago, 5 years ago, you know I’m not a runner.  I am not an athlete.  I am not physically inclined to do anything, really.  I shouldn’t say I’m lazy.  I’m a walker.  I love to take my pooch and my boy on walks, and I love to walk with Kyle, pondering the day’s events, breathing in the fresh summer evening air.  But I do not run and I do not play sports.  I work out merely because I have to, because it promotes healthy living and weight loss, but even then, I wasn’t a fan of working out.  I wasn’t one of those crazy people that says they love working out and going to the gym.  Do people really love that or are they lying?

But things have changed around here people.  This is a new me and this is some foreign new awesome mindset that has erupted and taken over my previous fear-based, anxious way of living.  And to be honest, I like this way of living better.  You might not believe me when I say – and you don’t have to! – that I love going running.  Sometimes it’s hard to get my gear on, shoes laced up, and ass out the door, but once I am there, I am SO there and I am in it with my whole heart, my wearisome heart that is no longer wearisome, but it is full of CAN’s.  I can I can I can.  I want to abolish can’t from my language because it is so negative and so harmful, if only to ourselves.

I want to give a shout out to a bloggy friend (I’m a fricken’ nerd, we have established that already have we not?) who is doing the C25K challenge and is kicking it’s ass over and over again.  Suz, you are incredible and inspiring.  I also want to steal a quotation she recently blogged, it’s from self-proclaimed “penguin” (slow-runner, oh, running lingo!)  John Bingham’s book “No Need for Speed: A Beginner’s Guide to the Joy of Running” (I need to read this book):

You can find out that it’s possible for you to push your limits to new highs and lows.  You can realize that what always seemed like suffering is really your soul being galvanized in the heat of effort.  You can discover that you have a deeper strength than you ever imagined.  Nothing stops you except your own inertia.  Nothing prevents you from joining the ranks of those who have found the magic in movement.  Nothing keeps you from starting or improving except your belief that you can’t.  For 43 years, I was trapped in my own false beliefs.  I was trapped in a history of clumsiness and strikeouts and dropped balls.  Like so many other less-than-athletically-gifted children, I learned quickly that I was different.

All of that can change with a single step.  All the memories of failure and disappointment can be wiped out.  Everything you’ve dreamed you can be, all the moments you’ve wished you could have, are out there for you.  The secret is that there is no secret.  The magic is that there is no magic.  The answers you are looking for lie somewhere between the bottom of your shoes and the road beneath your feet.”

 

July 23, 2011 at 3:14 pm 4 comments

C25K: Week 7 Day 2

It’s true what they say, better late than never.  My running schedule is a bit wonky this week, but I managed to squeeze my run in this afternoon, in the blazing wind.  I ran mostly against the wind, a 40km/h wind, might I casually add.  It was intense and I am glad to say I have braved nearly all of the elements and scaled those elemental walls indeed.  Rain, check.  Scorching heat, check.  Wind, check.  I loved running in the rain.  I hated running in the heat.  And I didn’t mind running in the wind.  That heat from Sunday knocked me on my ass for a couple days, and I was struggling with the consequences on Sunday and Monday.

My run today was about 4km, and I took a new route, which is always fun.  I need to keep things fresh so my head can stay clear, I can feel it’s a challenge, and I am not mentally calculating in my head how far I’ve gone, but mostly, how far I have yet to go.  I ran to teen pop music today, the likes of BSB, N*SYNC, 5ive, and Britney Spears, and again, it was awesome and amazing.  I feel like I can conquer the world because I tackled the years where those groups defined my days, and if I made it through that, well, surely I can make it through anything.  Birthing and teen pop, oh how they have transformed my days.

Once again, the unbelievable has happened.  I surprised myself by feeling like this run was more bearable than the previous day’s.  I never would have thought this would happen.  Shit, I never would have thought I would be running for 90 seconds straight, then 3 minutes, then 5, then 8, then 20, and now 25.  I can only go up from here, I think, and I am prepared.  Any time I feel a bit of a kink my stride, a pain in my shin, a muscle twinge in my side, I get a tiny feeling of disappointment, because I think that it is going to offset my game, this awesome thing I’ve got going on.  But it hasn’t yet.  They are minor bumps, tiny little speed bumps that we zoom over.

Kyle is sick with a cold right now, and so I’m on my own with this one.  The last run he did was Week 6 Day 3, and he had to cut it short due to some achilles trouble.  He’s been icing, resting, and…. NOT doing recommended exercises to ease the ailment!  Yikes.  Note to Kyle: exercise, stretch, and rejuvenate your achilles so you can join me on the awesome bandwagon and feel better.   On the upside, I’ve got several people in my life who are extremely supportive of this program and me doing it, and a lot of those people are doing the program as well, which is all kinds of fabulous.  Every couple of days, we’re shooting off text messages back and forth, checking each other’s progress, cheering each other on, and basically proclaiming how amazing we are doing.  Yes, it’s like that, and yes, I went there.  It just feels so good.  And what feels even better, is knowing that I am SEVEN runs away from being done this program and I KNOW I can complete it, assuming everything continues to go as planned and I don’t end up on my ass with an injury.  It would be too much of a coincidence if that happened, since I blogged about it?  Right?  Please validate that for me because now I’m paranoid that I’ll wake up in the morning all runned out.  Now THAT would be too much of a coincidence for sure.  I think we’re clear.

How are you all doing?  I just want to extend a huge THANK YOU to everyone that has said any nice word to me in terms of running, sticking with this program, and being active.   I can’t thank you enough for the support, my gratitude goes on for miles and miles.  <3 to you all, my friends.  Oh, and I promise, within the next couple of days I will blog about something non-C25K related.  I promise.

July 20, 2011 at 10:56 pm Leave a comment

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