The Beginning of the Wog

Let's get something straight: I am not a runner. I don't like it. I'm not built for it. It hurts, it's boring, and since high school I've avoided it like the plague. Still, on occasion I make attempts at it. Sometimes I'm successful; sometimes not for long. Therefore, I am detailing my new journey as I begin an endeavor to make 2014 the year of the "wog." What is a "wog" you ask? It's my version of a run. It's a walk/jog. I once saw a t-shirt that surmised me to a T: it read "I run slower than a turtle in molasses." I like lifting weights. I dislike cardio, in any form. So I decided that 2014 would be the year. This is the year I will run a half marathon. Okay, I won't run it. I will complete it. Somehow. Someway. So this is day one. Day one of a fourteen week trek to the finish line. Day one of clean eating and no drinking. That's harder than it sounds, but I believe I can do anything for fourteen weeks. Day one of a gallon (plus) a day of water. Day one of being the most out-of-shape I ever hope to allow myself to be. Day one of being positive and finding the good. Then, after that first half, after the fourteen weeks have come and gone, I will continue to wog. I will wog through the end of 2014, somehow, someway. And I will document the miles, the ups, the downs, and the slipups. Breakfast, or meal one, consisted of egg whites and oatmeal. Mmmmm, egg whites. Bleh. Meal two was flank steak, broccoli and peanut butter. Not mixed together, that'd be nasty. Meal three, which is scheduled to be in, oh, an hour, will be more food. More. Food. And so it begins.... Let's wog.