I'm not so sure if it's willpower..
or fucking stupidity. Either way, I went running again this morning. The excuse will be that I did intervals, however, the truth would be more of a run/walk sort of deal. The unrealistic goal is 130. It doesn't hurt to want. It sort of keeps you alive. Although, If I ever get there, not so sure what's next. I could die young and leave a decent corpse. Always a thought. I'm pretty tired of people telling me how to feel/do/think...Baisers. J'espère que vous avez un vendredi décent. I suppose I'll shower, go back to bed, then try the day over in a few hours.