I did manage to run 8 miles today. I did not enjoy it. I might have mapped out a course that was too hard. Or maybe I am just fried on running. I kept thinking that I should just sit on my sofa and eat whatever the hell I want. I should get fat. I should cut my beautiful, stylish, hair with blonde highlights and red lowlights and let the gray come in, on my short hair.
I feel like throwing in the towel. This is too hard.
Maybe a touch of depression? Maybe.
I will keep running, and keep my hair. I will not sit on the sofa and eat. But today I would really like to.
Thanks for listening to me.