Monday and a reflection

Well, I'm up to 199 this week, but I suspect part of that may have something to do with the breakthrough bleeding my pill currently has me on. My body has decided to do some freaky shit as a result of all the hormones I've been taking. I suspect I'm a little bloated, as well.

But I've been thinking since I joined that new site: What do I really want out of being fit? And the more I think about it, the more I come to the following conclusion: I want to run. I haven't run since I was a little girl. Since before my parents split. I was "slow" and I "looked stupid" when I ran. I stopped. I haven't really tried to run as fast as I can in as long as I can remember. I want to do that again. I want to run fast and look right doing it, but I have no idea how. I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't even have running shoes. I don't even have clothes to do it in.

I'm 21 years old. I want to run.