OK, just got back from the gym, 60 minutes worth of cardio. Fun. See the trainer on my way out, and he asks if I'm tight. Heck, yeah, definitely tight, feelin' the burn.
You see, I haven't exactly been an example in athleticism, but I've set a goal for myself of running a marathon next year. I've been invited to two so far this year, but I'm in no shape of running a marathon. I'm honest enough with myself to admit it. Nowadays, my running lacks purpose (unless it concerns "running out" to the supermarket for some milk or an essential ingredient for some last minute yet savory meal, and then again, I go in my car), pace is non-existent, and vision [?], I haven't had any goals with regards to my running since graduating from high school.
I want that part of me back... now. It means sacrifice, and being up for the challenge. I can do this. Beauty starts from within, and I've been working on it, now it's time to refine the outside as well. I love and accept me for who and where I am; I will love me and accept me for who and where I will be. I can do this. After months of depression and breakdowns being the norm, I make a conscious choice, set a goal, and start moving towards it. Destination: Brand New Zee.
Hmm... I should remind myself to take the portable CD player to the gym, it bores me to read the news ticker while waging war with the darn closed captions. I can read lips just fine, besides, I honestly don't care what the news anchors opinions are. Just give me the news, simple 'nough.
Got a few errands to run, simple chores for the simple life. May go visit a friend. Off I go... blogz ya later!
