The past few months have been really hard going on me. I can count the amount of times I went for a run last year on one hand. I got fat (again). I forgot about the joy running used to bring me and I forgot about all of the lessons it taught me. The good thing, though, is that I have a job opposite Albert Park Lake which is exactly 5km around. The other great thing is that if I stay after work to go for a run, I’ll miss the rush of people on trains/traffic.
I have to start running again, not just for my health, but for the inner-peace it used to bring me. Running brings you face-to-face with your weaknesses and forces you to confront them.
I have a pack of cigarettes with about 8 left in there. Eight more morning cigarettes with my coffee and then that’s it – I’m done. I’m at a point in my life where I am running out of time to put things off. I’m 27 years old, battling chronic depression, and I’ve let it creep back into my life because I got careless. Running allowed me to control it. I miss the control. I miss the old me.
It isn’t going to be easy, but nothing worth having is.
Onwards and upwards.
Great to see you getting back into it. I’m exactly the same and starting again. This time I’m not stopping. Good luck and keep writing. It will be great to see your progress.
If I don’t post updates, it means I’m slacking off – so harass me!