Remember that thing i did that made me so happy?
i want to do it again. i tried to do it again but sorta failed bc i wasn’t fast enough and bc the race directors wouldn’t let me. (this is where i would put a link to that post about the chicago race if i wasn’t a dumbass who deactivated that acct, facepalm)
my doctors dont like it either. but i HAVE TO DO IT. So i keep trying to start again. and i keep failing. but i want it.
all i got out of myself was a mile tonight. one measly mile. and it was at a record slow pace. and it was full of physical pain and i watched the distance counter in agony getting to the mile mark. my plan was 5 miles. but even though i failed to do what i asked of myself…. it’s the kinda failure that motivates. So tomorrow i might just do one measly mile again but you bet your ass i’ll do that shit faster.
i NEED to be able to do this again. i have so much to prove. maybe just to myself.