It's nights like this...
that I wonder what it's all for. The training, the struggle, the study, the exercise. Why do I have this overriding need to be best I possibly can? What do I have to prove? It's 12:45 and I'm still working out, I started at 7:45 or so. I know I'm distracted. But still....
Other than looking like a condom full of walnuts as a certain person is fond of saying, what does it get me. A fragile sense of worth because I have a body that I can be proud of? Or does the dedication to this life have other perks yet to be revealed.....
Hmmm something to think on over the next set of Flies.
Other than looking like a condom full of walnuts as a certain person is fond of saying, what does it get me. A fragile sense of worth because I have a body that I can be proud of? Or does the dedication to this life have other perks yet to be revealed.....
Hmmm something to think on over the next set of Flies.