Chubby girl jogging... (Or "Are we there yet?!")

I joined the Y this past week and started working out with a personal trainer--my friend Nellie, who is doing me the greatest favor of my life.

On the first day, she told me that we were going to run around the track.
Twice.
Which makes half a mile.

And my first thought was "There is no. way."

But I did. I actually wobbled jogged half a mile. And I did it again, every day this week. So, now that I'm an experienced runner and all, here are a few of my observations.
1. People love to see a chubby girl jogging. I feel like Santa, bringing joy to all the skinny people who give me two thumbs up and encouraging pats as they jog past me on the track. It's fantastic. I honestly feel like I'm providing some sort of hope to the masses by getting this size 20 rear on to a track every day.
2. I am so proud of myself for running, at all. But I gotta tell ya'--I have no idea how I will EVER run more than this half mile. Seriously people, 26 miles??? You are out of your blessed minds.
3. Running is sexy. Jogging is not sexy. But then again, neither is my sports bra. 12 hooks in the front, people. TWELVE.
4. Running alone is the worst kind of mind game there is. On the days when I don't meet up with Nellie, my mental conversation goes something along the lines of "This sucks. I hate it. Ouch. Ouchouchouch. Oh well. Keep going. I can do this. No problem. Just keep going. I want to sleep for a week. This sucks."

Five days down. One million to go.