Tag: running
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Maybe Next Week
Do you ever scroll through old pictures and get sad? You know, the other night I was sad that I wasn’t sad. I couldn’t fall asleep because all I could think about was when the next time I’d be sad would be. Odd, isn’t it? But I miss it. For some reason, when I’m sad,… Read more
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Will It Ever Be Enough?
Can I say something without you thinking I want to die? Sometimes the thought, “I can’t wait to die,” crosses my mind. Not because I want to die now, or because I hate my life, or because I’m miserable. It’s more that I feel like nothing is ever going to be enough. At least when I die,… Read more
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Sometimes Rest Is Discipline
I took a total of four days off from running and ran for the first time yesterday on a treadmill. I hate treadmills, but I really just needed to avoid running in 85-degree weather and dying of heat stroke. Plus, I can control my speed on a treadmill, and it’s flat 100% of the time.… Read more
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Marathon Taper Madness
If I don’t run today, that means I would have taken three consecutive rest days, which is the longest amount of time I’ve taken off since the beginning of the year, and I can’t help but feel like I’m failing somehow. Y’know, running sucks. I’ll give it that. It mentally and physically tears me down,… Read more
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I Miss Loving It.
This past Tuesday was the first day this year I didn’t post, which I thought I would feel guilty about, but I don’t want to care. I was in the woods with no service, and it was quite impossible to post. And I don’t plan on making up for it. You wanna know why? Because… Read more
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For the Little Girl Who Wanted to Die
I used to do coke in the middle of the night with my ex-boyfriend. I used to steal at every department store I walked into. I used to drink a case of beer alone every night. I used to pop pain pills for fun. I used to sleep with a different guy every night. I… Read more