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Some weeks are better than others. Last week I fell off, not even bothering to wake up until at least 9 on most days. I hit my schedule perfectly on Monday, getting up at eight, running by nine, ready to begin the rest of the day by ten. Tuesday, I couldn't get out of bed. Today, I did much the same. So tonight, I went on a punishment run. It was on the second lap around the complex that I felt myself wanting to push, so I started running. I ran past my normal break point, and continued into a dead sprint to the front of my complex. My heart was straining in my chest. I could feel my left arm starting to cramp a bit and my right arm lose feeling. My vision wavered, but I kept focusing on breathing and keeping the motion in my legs fluid. I stopped when I ran out of street to run down and started my long walk back, and I felt alive. I stretched my legs a bit and breathed the fire out of my lungs, and realized that I could only feel the flow of the breezes around me. There, in my microcosm of agony and triumph, I was whole once again.
I'm not going to pull a Carlos and quote lyrics, so here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFk386A4dRw
I'm not going to pull a Carlos and quote lyrics, so here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFk386A4dRw