Miscellaneous Ravings on the early morning of Race #4
There were things I wanted to write here. I remember that there were. Some profound things, I am sure. But I've forgotten them, so I will just write this stuff instead.
It's race day once again. It's an evening race, albeit not as late as the Storming the Bastille. It's at 1645. Not bad. I've been working all night, so, I will have time to get some sleep in, eat a little something, then run. I need to remember to plug my Garmin in when I get home.
I'm going to try to do 3/2 intervals. I know, nothing new on race day, but I do it on the treadmill all the time. I just want to get a better time than the last one. My goal is just to get it finished in less than an hour and 40 minutes.
I can do this.
Oh, yeah, I remember what it was now. I was thinking about the people living rent free in my head. I think I'm gonna sell that four-family and get outta Dodge. It goes along the lines of two things I read recently. The first one was, what other people think of you is none of your business. This is true, and, frankly, those people could give a damn what I am about or my well being. Why do I even care? That's a good question.
You know, to those people, I'd like to say something. I'm sorry things ended the way they did. I'm sorry you got hurt. I wish you no ill and could only hope you offer me the same courtesy. The truth of the matter is, I'm so much better off without you in my life at this moment. Each of you dragged me down and I couldn't blossom. You didn't want me to, though. That's the kicker. Each of you used me for what you could, whether it was validation, some weird version of love or as a sidekick.
Don't get me wrong, I pray that each of you is well. I pray you are loved. I hope you are happy. Thank you for being what you were in my life, because without you, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wish you all the best.
I am going to focus on the people who love me, the people who are proud of me for who I am and what I contribute to their respective worlds.
It's race day once again. It's an evening race, albeit not as late as the Storming the Bastille. It's at 1645. Not bad. I've been working all night, so, I will have time to get some sleep in, eat a little something, then run. I need to remember to plug my Garmin in when I get home.
I'm going to try to do 3/2 intervals. I know, nothing new on race day, but I do it on the treadmill all the time. I just want to get a better time than the last one. My goal is just to get it finished in less than an hour and 40 minutes.
I can do this.
Oh, yeah, I remember what it was now. I was thinking about the people living rent free in my head. I think I'm gonna sell that four-family and get outta Dodge. It goes along the lines of two things I read recently. The first one was, what other people think of you is none of your business. This is true, and, frankly, those people could give a damn what I am about or my well being. Why do I even care? That's a good question.
You know, to those people, I'd like to say something. I'm sorry things ended the way they did. I'm sorry you got hurt. I wish you no ill and could only hope you offer me the same courtesy. The truth of the matter is, I'm so much better off without you in my life at this moment. Each of you dragged me down and I couldn't blossom. You didn't want me to, though. That's the kicker. Each of you used me for what you could, whether it was validation, some weird version of love or as a sidekick.
Don't get me wrong, I pray that each of you is well. I pray you are loved. I hope you are happy. Thank you for being what you were in my life, because without you, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wish you all the best.
I am going to focus on the people who love me, the people who are proud of me for who I am and what I contribute to their respective worlds.
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