Mornings are always odd for me. Same could be said about afternoons and evenings, though.
But today we’re talking about mornings. My mornings consist of waking up a tad bit too late, scrambling to walk my dogs, followed by scrounging for anything in my fridge for breakfast. Usually there isn’t much. I still haven’t picked up any yogurt.
I’ve mixed in something else into my morning: sprints. Yeah, I’m crazy. For some reason running wind sprints at 8:30 AM at the age of 30 is something that I in fact do. What the fuck.
Anyway, there’s again not much to this post. I’m hurting, honestly. I’m sprinting away from my problems. Away from work. Away from communication. Away from everything.
I want things to stop. I want to feel good again. I. Don’t. Know. What’s. Wrong. Now.
And it’s scary. But I have you lot to write to, so thank you.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.