I so want to be a runner

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to run.

The envy I have felt seeing people run with what seems to be ease is pretty intense. I think it probably started in early high school, where I had started being a fatty.
I remember vaguely in Physical Education classes being forced to run 1500 metres. I think I might of done it in fifteen or sixteen minutes, which is basically a walk.
The 'jocks' of the school would of course scream around the track, lapping me with great ease, where all I could do is plod along and basically feel miserable.

There are a lot of stories in between, but I really tried to 'run' about 2009, when I decided that triathlon was my thing. Now.. what I was doing was not really what you would call running. I am sure most people doing a power walk would of been able to breeze past me.

I was 130+ kg at the time (which I still am), which is a ridiculous weight to even consider running, but I really did try. I believed I could, but I was seriously kidding myself.

I think one of the worst moments I had trying to run, was a time I was on quite a long 'Jalk' (what I actually called what I was doing - that's a cross between a jog and a walk) when I very slowly passed a guy that had just bought a carton of beer, and had it slung over his shoulder. I must of been a damn funny sight, as he started jogging along with me and said 'are you trying to run?'

well..

That certainly ruined my day.

I think from that point on I have basically given up trying to doing anything remotely looking like a run. I try and walk every morning now, and have made myself a promise to not try again until I am under 100 kg. It can be hard sometimes not to break into a job, but promises are promises, and must be kept.

I so want to be a runner.