So since I’ve had a good amount of free time, I’ve started working out again. There’s a gym near the dorm, so it’s easily accessible.
Except the one thing that absolutely sucks is starting back up again after a wile and having your body hurt like hell after the first week.
I’m on the third floor, that’s two flights of stairs; and I’m dead by the time I reach the second.
This is what I get for trying to do something good for my body! Don’t be like me, kids! Eat your vegetables, fruit and shit like that! Don’t live on the third floor! Love yourself! And for god sakes, make it to the third floor only slightly winded; not the second!
The fear of reading a book you’ve been exceedingly excited about for awhile because what if it isn’t as good as you thought or you don’t want to let go of the anticipation or you don’t want the first time you read it to be over.