(no subject)
Woa man... Third consecutive day of track practice and it's all good... Strangely, compared to last season (before I started and quit smoking) practice was excruciatingly painful and I often tryed reason mentally that my excuses for skipping were valid somehow. Also when it was over I would feel like shit. Now, however (post addiction) practice is pleasant and exciting, and maybe painful, but when its over you feel so good that is worth the effort in spades. I'm really annoyed it will begin to contradict with my lifting schedule though. Being the smart kid I am, I immediately enlisted in the throwing team (made up of only myself and 5 others, including two skinny-ass girls, and out of a potential group of over 100 kids on the track/ field team). This requires use of your right arm, and your right shoulder. Rather than slowly regaining most of my strength in the course of a few years, instead I will abuse the hell out of myself and blast the crap out of my right system until it understands there's no room for excuses like "injury".
Wow, let's see what else I've got. Decided to pretty much abandon the kids I hang out with at school, they're all douche bags, lazy and uncreative. Recently came up with a brilliant idea to keep me on pace with workouts, practicing everything I practice, writing... It's a bizarre, but obvious option noone in my family, nor I had ever thought of before. I just bet I could get Mike convince his mom to let me live in Tampa for the summer. He's got that apartment now, I'll be driving, plus my grandparents have a car there just sitting around doing nothing for anybody, I've got my cool uncle and aunt there, and my other cool aunt in St. Pete. I'd be well taken care of: family, friends, away from the people in NJ I still love (but thats the perfect incentive for the G-force to let me go to FL). I could get a nice job, continue the one I have now via the internet, I coud hit up Metrocon finally... It actually seems perfect.
Wow, let's see what else I've got. Decided to pretty much abandon the kids I hang out with at school, they're all douche bags, lazy and uncreative. Recently came up with a brilliant idea to keep me on pace with workouts, practicing everything I practice, writing... It's a bizarre, but obvious option noone in my family, nor I had ever thought of before. I just bet I could get Mike convince his mom to let me live in Tampa for the summer. He's got that apartment now, I'll be driving, plus my grandparents have a car there just sitting around doing nothing for anybody, I've got my cool uncle and aunt there, and my other cool aunt in St. Pete. I'd be well taken care of: family, friends, away from the people in NJ I still love (but thats the perfect incentive for the G-force to let me go to FL). I could get a nice job, continue the one I have now via the internet, I coud hit up Metrocon finally... It actually seems perfect.