To Live...
I just finished jogging for the day.
I've decided it is time to take control of my life. I have spent too long letting my appetites drag me; letting them determine my direction.
And while there's still a lot I don't know or am unsure of, I know I can make my life work. I need to be able to live with myself; to smile back at the one in the mirror.
Three weeks ago, I would have been lucky to jog a half-mile without stopping. Today I just jogged 3 miles straight in 30 min. 30 sec. (which is an improvement from even Monday by a couple minutes). I've always claimed that I was not athletic because I have asthma. I believed it, of course, but I've decided that even if I do, I won't let it control me. I think it's more accurate to say I wasn't athletic because I didn't want to be. I'm done with excuses, though. I don't care, really, if I'm athletic per se or not, but I want to be fit, and I want to be strong.
I will get exactly what I want out of this life. And though my body will eventually fade, though the efforts I make will all end in death sooner or later, I would rather be fit and happy. I would rather retain good habits from this life to carry into the next life.
So now is the time for living my life.
Thank you, to my loving girlfriend. And thank you, to my newly adopted sister. You've both helped so much.
I've decided it is time to take control of my life. I have spent too long letting my appetites drag me; letting them determine my direction.
And while there's still a lot I don't know or am unsure of, I know I can make my life work. I need to be able to live with myself; to smile back at the one in the mirror.
Three weeks ago, I would have been lucky to jog a half-mile without stopping. Today I just jogged 3 miles straight in 30 min. 30 sec. (which is an improvement from even Monday by a couple minutes). I've always claimed that I was not athletic because I have asthma. I believed it, of course, but I've decided that even if I do, I won't let it control me. I think it's more accurate to say I wasn't athletic because I didn't want to be. I'm done with excuses, though. I don't care, really, if I'm athletic per se or not, but I want to be fit, and I want to be strong.
I will get exactly what I want out of this life. And though my body will eventually fade, though the efforts I make will all end in death sooner or later, I would rather be fit and happy. I would rather retain good habits from this life to carry into the next life.
So now is the time for living my life.
Thank you, to my loving girlfriend. And thank you, to my newly adopted sister. You've both helped so much.