I forgot how this felt.
I realised the need to blog comes on very strongly each time I run under my block. That 1/2 hour to 1 hour - I'd think about stuff. I'd review and reassess my life. I'd talk to myself to remind myself to keep pushing, keep pushing, keep going, keep going. Even when the legs turn jelly and the breathing turns heavy.
Can I admit? Sometimes I'd scold myself for giving up cheering again. I'd reprimand myself for not giving myself the chance to develop the passion the love for cheer to as strong as it can eventually get. It just... makes things easier. But because I've decided to give it up I cannot whine I cannot complain. I cannot go anywhere to stunt again because it's just wrong. I refuse to even stretch because every little something that is related to cheer makes me want to go back there. Decisive decisive. Don't change your mind because it's not fair.
I am so tired after the run that I don't even want to chew on food. (y)
Can I admit? Sometimes I'd scold myself for giving up cheering again. I'd reprimand myself for not giving myself the chance to develop the passion the love for cheer to as strong as it can eventually get. It just... makes things easier. But because I've decided to give it up I cannot whine I cannot complain. I cannot go anywhere to stunt again because it's just wrong. I refuse to even stretch because every little something that is related to cheer makes me want to go back there. Decisive decisive. Don't change your mind because it's not fair.
I am so tired after the run that I don't even want to chew on food. (y)