I would just like to let the world know I was finally able to force myself to go out and run for forty minutes today. This is huge, because I have finally acknowledged the fact that not everything will necessarily be handed to me, and some things require work. Keeping this up or improving on this is going to be a real challenge, not like doing well on some test. Which is a good thing, since I need something to quell this newly spawning wave of cockiness.
I would by lying if I didn’t clarify that the “run” was more like a fast (by my standards) jog for about ten minutes, a slow (even by my standards) jog for about twelve minutes, a normal walk for about ten minutes, and a literal crawl on all fours for the remaining eight as I struggled to make it back home.
I would be lying if I said my legs don’t feel like jelly and are not killing me now. I would be lying if I said I don’t feel faint and my head’s not throbbing.
I am the most unfit person alive. This will definitely change that.
It’s going to kill me.