keep f*cking going.
today was the longest of my marathon training runs. this week and in particular this run have been glaring up at me from my training calendar for the last six months.
today was the longest of my marathon training runs. this week and in particular this run have been glaring up at me from my training calendar for the last six months.
i ran sixteen of the slowest miles any human being has ever traveled on friday. by the time i crossed the threshold into my house i was utterly defeated. my pace is no where near where it once was.
the door to the gym where i get my fitness on boasts a sign which brilliantly states: “because today is another chance to get it right.” this quote greeted me upon my first visit to the gym and has since served as a daily reminder to throw all my effort into each workout. as the days rolled on into a new year i began turning those words over in my head.
adulthood, for me, began the moment when instead of ignoring the voice between my ears, i shut my mouth, opened my ears, and listened with my head and my heart.
in my relatively short number of years, i have come to learn the things which are often the most worthwhile come with the “butt falling off” feeling. what is the “butt falling off” feeling? it is the rock which formed in my belly before i leapt out of a plane on a gorgeous day in july with my parents.
“the trouble is, you think you have time.” .buddha
Stay gold. two words. Eight letters. Representing the underlying philosophy of my entire existence.
He was straight laced and corny, with a penchant for expensive shoes and designer gifts. He had abominable taste in music and wore copious amounts of khaki. He golfed. I told him dirty jokes while slamming whiskey and dragged him to rock shows in filthy dive bars. I wore skintight denim and had his birthday tattooed on my wrist.
i has been said it takes nearly half the time you spent in a relationship to truly move on and feel at peace. four trips around the sun later, it appears i am moving along right on schedule.