Be bold for change they said to me
Which seemed easy for them with their slogan tops and skinny capris.
Be bold for change they shouted out
If only they understood, the self-loathing, the doubt
You see, I’m not a runner I whispered back
I’m wobbly and chubby and my legs are too fat
Even if I wanted, I just couldn’t
The odds are stacked against me and my man said I wouldn’t
But oh how to run with the wind in my face
My troubles behind me, my head an empty space
Be bold for change they tried again
If only I could, If only I said
Be bold for change they started to whisper
And as the leaves changed colour, I started to consider
Maybe, just maybe I could have a go
A jaunt, a plod, I’d definitely go slow
What if I just left my worried behind
And legged it through the door, one step at a time
I wondered what they would say?
How they’d react, to see that chubby girl running, no metaphorical weight on her back
Be bold for change I told myself
I could, I would, and I’d show himself
Be bold for change I shouted with glee!
What did I have to lose other than some of me?
So, I put on that Lycra and bounced out of the door
I embraced the breathlessness and the sweat that poured
Just like I said, one in front of the other
On step at a time, each one better
And before I knew it, I was there
Running and laughing with freedom to spare
So be bold for change, I’m telling you
It’s hands down, the best thing you’ll ever do.