Feeling sorry for yourself is useless waste of energy.
As ludicrous as it sounds I got up
yesterday planning to run eighteen or twenty miles only to realize that my
insides were reluctant to comply, I was to say the least very unhappy
and border line depressed. After several morning trips to “The Can”
I decided I'd head out with Molly for at least something. Something,
ended up being five miles, actually, dispatched rather quickly, I
felt relief.
Relief did not last, so a
couple of hours later sprints to thee loo replaced L.S.D (Long Slow Distance, for any of you wondering)
Around noon, I just couldn't stand it
anymore so I headed out for another run, this one somewhere around
six miles. It helped, but running, while normally suppressing a lot of bad feelings doesn't last. By eight
o'clock last night I was “Toast”, the seat of my toilet and my
“Arse” would connect about eight times prior to midnight. I was
getting sore, pissed off and feeling sorry for myself. Having pain
pills left over from surgery I downed one and finally sometime after
midnight got to sleep.
Today, my hands hurt, my feet are going numb again. I realize I am ahead of the curve but do not have the ability or strength to shake everything off .
Tomorrow, tomorrow is another day and probably will be better. On second thought tomorrow is Friday the
13th. Yikes !
Mike
PS> Not trying to be a “Debbie
Downer” but I think I should be honest
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