Day 4
Today was made of epic fuckery...and I'm glad it's over! I took out my frustrations on my treadmill. I was tired as hell and yawning, but I did it. The numbers aren't as good as yesterday, but hey I'm not perfect. The 7 minutes were strangely therapeutic, though. In my mind I must have told off 5 or 6 people...all whom had somehow thrown a monkey wrench into my day. Oh well, I'm hoping for better tomorrow....
BRING ON DAY 5.
BRING ON DAY 5.









I think it is, too. Honestly, I just wanted to bury my head but I couldn't do it to myself. It taught me a pretty big lesson: Even when life is topsy turvy, I have to take care of me. Perhaps there is hope for me yet? :)
I'm proud of you.