Walkathon or Marathon? Walkathon for me. I been thinking of burning some calories and engaged Kev to be my fitness trainer. Kev is an athlete who can do marathons. Once ran the Jo’burg District 11 School Athletics Competition and came out on the 3rd position. At times I lack consistence in what I do so, engaging someone to take me through the losing weight journey has been the game plan. The goal is to get to the dream weight and maintain it. I am just 5kg more of the excess weight that I need to get rid of.

Endurance is the word that kept ringing in my mind as I jogged. Kev set 4km for me on day one which I felt was too much for this body that has never been used to excessive workouts. I am so much used to my 15-20 minutes daily routines which I quickly abort each time I feel strained. On this day, I rued why I engaged Kev, he kept on pushing me to run even when I complained every part of me hurts. On 1.6km peg, I couldn’t take it any longer, stopped running and started complaining. Kev then ordered we go back home if its too much for me. He emphasised all the pain I felt was in my mind but well y’all know pain demands to be felt. We walked a kilometre arguing as he kept reminding me that losing weight is my goal and that I was doing it for me not him. That much I knew very well but couldn’t take it, so he then gave an ultimatum that if I quit now then he won’t coach me.

I knew how much I needed this so had to agree to take the jog again. This time around I was more loyal. All I kept in my mind is how much I conquered the 7 hours 25 minutes of labour when I gave birth. That is so far the worst pain ever, but this jog was closer to it. I took up about 2 more km without resting and I couldn’t carry on. This time I was now too drained to talk. Kev started the long talk again on how much I wasn’t going to make it if I wanted to remain in my comfort zone. My poor body couldn’t take it anymore. I felt excruciating pain all over my body and I inhaled dust which triggered some allergy. I couldn’t stop sneezing and my left nostril got runny. Without listening to the trainer, I started walking and shut myself from all he said. Finally, we got home and all I needed was to write because the pain that I felt made me long to write and stick to my writing.

But then I know I am not done yet; I really need to endure this till the end. Of course, you may give me some tips on how to lose weight without working out. It will really help because I need this killer body in my thirties.