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I realized that I do not hate running, but I hate being forced to run. Junior year I decided to do track at South Lafourche. Being that I had never been in any type of sports and had only danced my entire life, it was quite an experience. Definitely humorous, at that. Anyway, I hated being forced to run distance when I was a jumper - I would have much rather do more stadiums and sprints. So after junior year, I decided not to do track again. From that year on, I hated to run. I would force myself every once in a while, but extremely grudgingly. Today is the third day in a row that I get out there and run for ½ an hour. Okay I lied. Yesterday I was too sore, so I walked. Plus I walked the two days before I started running. For some reason now, running has some spiritual thing for me now. I can get out and think. I can not worry about anything except desperately trying to breathe. I just have to focus on one thing, and everything else can melt away. If I could have used that junior year, I could have probably rocked in track. But I hated it, and I sucked. I guess that applies to life too. If you turn to the negative side of life, everything sucks. Life sucks. You just have to focus on the positive side of things, and the rest just melts away.

I don't know what is up with my deep thoughts lately. All these metaphors and this symbolic shit... lol Matt.

So today what I REALLY have to focus on is packing because I move tomorrow!