I feel sore today from my side work in Day Nine.
And today is snow flurries and cold cold cold.
So we moved it inside.
Storage room, cement floor, large mirrors and enough space to get the heart rate going. Heck, you could be sitting in a one foot by two feet cubicle and still have a heart race.
Even though I was sore in my ab area for some reason I chose to work that part more.
Pain drives some people I suppose, and I happen to be one of them.
8:28am, the earliest I’ve been out running this year with my touqued head and booted foots.
There were bits of snow falling- as if the sky couldn’t decide whether or not it was allowed to birth these tiny white freckles.
I ran hard again and my nose was cold
but the sun was shining.
I’m in a relationship with someone that I can’t make entirely happy because of poor past decisions of mine.
I’m not 100 percent happy because of that. I don’t know when I will be able to be fully happy by myself. I don’t think that I will ever be as carefree as I was. You just care more as you get older. About everything.
I watch my three year old son jump in the snow and he doesn’t care that snow is filling up his gloves or that its falling down his back. And there I am shivering in watch, and thinking, I never cared how cold the snow was because it was that fun .
I accept aging. Resistance will only make more wrinkles.