Exercise?? You mean move the food from the plate to my mouth and chew?

I was born into a family of lazy’s. Not all of them of course we have our mountain climbers, dog walkers, soccer players, gymnasts, rugby players and scouts. But all of them enjoy lying down on the couch and do nothing!! Somehow I think I am the only kid born without a talent, a healthy/exercise talent that is. I tried swimming when I was younger but that just wasn’t it. Did gymnastics but somehow dressing up in a tiny suit jumping around also wasn’t it. I tried twirling but same small tight suits but with feathers... Nah also not it. My brother plays rugby and I always thought it was a cool looking sport, so I figured I give it a go. First training I pulled a muscle which I never knew I had, which is still sore sometimes when I make a weird leg movement (a lot of the time so). Needless to say I decided that my future is on the couch with sweet delicious fattening food.

                                                             Sometimes this works

Don’t get me wrong, whenever the whole family gets together to do a walk or climb a mountain I am up front all excited. I am also probably the first one to injure themself or to get tired and complain about it. I am a real joy!!

Now seeing as all that lazyness isn’t really that good and the fact that I have a desk job too, means that I don’t really move at all except to and from the train station and whatever walking I do around the house/shopping/cleaning etc. I decided to join my cousin and go for a run. Now my cousin has played soccer most of his life and was always fit. We’d run from our house to our aunts house which is about 3km up and back down.

The moment we start I am thinking to myself: “ OK Emma you can do this” (this is supposed to help) after a while (I think it was long enough) I had to stop because and walk for a moment (I know this isn’t the way you’re supposed to do things). As I am walking and breathing like a 70 year old man on cigars, sweating like a pig, my cousin is there walking normally, breathing normally and of course not even close to sweating. After walking for about 10 minutes (it took that long for me to catch my breath) we continued our run to our aunts with the occasional stops (of course).

When we finally arrived at the house (felt like years) my cousin was still not sweating and breathing normally. I on the other hand was red, exhausted and just a mess basically. If it wasn’t for me, my aunt and uncle would’ve never asked us what we did. “we ran up” I said. “ YOU RAN UP?” was the reply. The surprise in her voice was amazing and funny.

Anyway, after sitting there for 30 minutes drinking water like it was the last time I would ever drink water, we started our run back. Now the run back wasn’t as much of a run as the way up was because we basically walked the whole way back, except for the occasion run from this light pole to the other (my ankle and knees, oh lord, were killing me). Must say that I had one of the best night’s sleep in a long while (duh).

The next day my legs were sore whenever I would walk up or down the stairs ( I have to walk a lot of stairs). 

Today (2 days after the run) I am afraid to move, even breathing is sore... in my legs...

BUT I am not going to give up, as long as my cousin doesn’t go insane with me joining him for his runs I will do this more often.

Hopefully goodbyeee lazyness, Hellooooo being FIT!!