2019 started off rocky, but I feel like I’m pretty close to choking it out and letting it know who’s boss. Today, I woke up early, and took my ass to the track to knock out 3+ miles. And it felt absolutely amazing.
I’m in no way, an athlete, so the distance is definitely a personal accomplishment. Today’s trek was especially fulfilling, because I didn’t even break a sweat until my last 2 laps.
I’ve been, admittedly, a little bit of a bitch as of late. I’ve been real in my feelings, which is quite uncharacteristic for me. But things are looking up. The track was therapeutic for me and I only see it getting better. I’m going for 6 miles next time!
Here’s to a good year full of health and happiness…and speedos at the beach this summer! As time flies by, I may become a butterfly!
Disclaimer : This is a post about real events. However names are fake as hell. The description of all events and incidents are slightly altered by the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events should be considered purposeful and hilarious as fuck.