In from a run. Gah. The head is not in it and that has to change. Ran for twenty minutes and walked for ten. Foot feels fine. I have yet to hit a consistent stride diet and weight resistance wise. It's a mind (*&k what stress can do to you. And what is odd is that - actually not odd - but the lack of motivation is linked in a way. But I did something today and will again tomorrow.
What is so fu*&ed about this general malaise is that it is not who I am. It's not. And I hate it. Hate it.
Well, I feel good now, sweaty, and out of shape. A stumbling start, but one nonetheless.
What is so fu*&ed about this general malaise is that it is not who I am. It's not. And I hate it. Hate it.
Well, I feel good now, sweaty, and out of shape. A stumbling start, but one nonetheless.