The long goodbye

There is a parting of the ways that will happen. It's taking a while, longer than I would like, but it is coming. Yes, my right and left inner thighs are headed to a shape and size where they will no longer meet each other with every step I take. This is a much anticipated event, another one I'm hoping will transpire by the end of this month. It's not an official goal because I know it will just happen when I've lost enough weight. When that momentous occasion arises, I will don a pair of nylon shorts to run, I've long been way too embarrassed to be the fatty running with shorts that have long since disappeared up my butt because my thighs rubbing together pulled them right up. I went through four years of high school cross country running in shorts made for girls weighing approximately three pounds and my shorts were perpetually up my butt (And don't get me started on the tank tops that were a second skin). Ever since then I have worn long pants for about 98% of all my gym workouts and events. That's my comfort zone. I don't even own many shorts because I never wear them. This summer, I WILL bust out of the zone and wear shorts. Good-bye inner thigh rub, you can't possible leave soon enough and I won't miss you when you're gone.