Third run...

I went out again running this morning, still didn't feel that comfortable, but better than Tuesday, not as stiff, still not as fluid as I remember.
Perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me, but I remember running through the countryside like a graceful, lithe gazelle, whereas right now I'm running like a poorly animated Pinocchio. Maybe running first thing in the morning isn't the best move, my back is always pretty rigid in the morning, it takes a while for it to loosen up.
Currently I'm running for a bit short of 10 minutes, then doing some press ups, sit ups, weights for my shoulders and stretching, I'm planning to up the stakes this weekend with a bigger run. I'm hoping I'll get my stride on with a longer run and not look like I'm running in a back brace. This will depend how I feel after Saturday mornings chiropractor appointment. If have a major adjustment, then no running.

I have already noticed an improvement in the bulge though, it's easier to hold it in, and flatter when I'm not concentrating.

By coincidence, The Biggest Loser is currently on TV, it started this weekend. This gives me plenty of opportunity for feeling superior as well as laughing at the pain of the beached whales rolling around in the gym sobbing because they've been asked to push their bodies for the first time in years. Really they get no sympathy from me. I love the program, because, unlike most other "Reality Shows", EVERYONE gets something out of this. Even if the participants don't win, they get put on the path to a better, healthier life, and viewers get motivated to try to improve themselves too. However, the ones who crack the sads before day 3, because the trainer is pushing them to exercise their fat, flabby arses harder than they've ever exercised before, who sob uncontrollably every time they get on the frikkin walking machine, well, I just have this to say "Cry me a river tubby. If you hadn't been eating enough food each day to sustain a third world family for a week, if you'd got off your fat arse 20 years ago and done a little exercise, you wouldn't be there now, sweating, screaming and crying on TV, just so you can lose enough weight walk through a doorway without having to turn sideways. Suck it up!".
I hope that one day these words don't come back to bite me in my expanding arse... Judging by my progress thus far though (183 cm tall, under 70Kgs, 31cm waist and just shy of 32 years old), I think I'm pretty safe.

Edit: I should point out, that it's only a few people on the show I'm being this spiteful about. For the most part the people sweat it out and make a personal commitment to improving their lives, and most continue to do so, even afer being voted out of the house fatties house. They sometimes still sob, but I'll accept that, being the magnanimous, big hearted person that I am.