Mr. Bad Mood Says...

so i just turned 36. shit i'm getting closer and closer to death. i did have one kick ass of a party though. so here i am, a day off from work, and i'm bored. sure there are things i could be doing, but it's hot out, the cleaners are here (yes i have cleaners), and i'm indecisive about what i want to do, or where i want to go. i have options. gym, discgolf, movie, the list is limitless, yet i find myself lethargic and unwilling to move my ass. i still have some things to clean up, but will take care of all that later. what to bitch about...

let's see.

next day. did none of the above. went for a run though. i have run four marathons, and took some time off to heal. i begin again to train for new york (if i get in again). i really don't enjoy running to be honest, but the feeling after, the feeling of accomplishment is something else.

i'm starting at the beginning again though, and that's kind of a blow to my self esteem. going from marathons to three miles! shit that sucks.

we can rebuild him.

on-out