
BECAUSE I'M STILL BREATHING
Hello world
I know you're reading this
even if you never ever leave any tags anyway.
Today started off terribly.
Believe me when I say: I hate tectonic plates.
3.17PM rolled around and then I realized that it was actually possible to hate tectonic plates more than I actually had a few hours ago.
Downed cold black coffee and went for training with Mayday Parade blasting through the earphones and in a disgustingly moody mood.
(honestly sometimes I do think that if I met myself on the street one day, I probably would have no patience with myself at all)
At that moment all I wanted to do was dig a hole and crawl in and pull the darkness in behind me. NOT run a timetrial and have to die and die and die over and over and over again on the track. I may love running but I hate racing against the clock. And the awful day hadn't changed my opinion, either.
As it was, our workout was 16X200m. Was a little apprehensive at first because it was a speed workout and c'mon 'fess up we all know I'm no Usain Bolt. I'm more of a "hang in there and keep going" kinduv person and yes that's much less on the Kool Factor but hey who gives a damn, honestly.
But.
Training actually (surprisingly!) turned out well.
Actually, to hell with "well"-- I loved it.
So I'm not a born sprinter and neither am I some fast-runnin' lightning-strikin' baseball-playin' run-through-a-forest,-catch-a-baseball-in-midair-and-make-it-back-in-under-a-second vampire, but
there was something to be said about just cruising down the track. letting the wind carry you. feeling your muscles slide. lengthen. pump. push off against the pavement;
there was something undeniably beautiful about that feeling.
i guess there'll be some days when I feel like absolute crud and some days when I'll remember just what it is that I love about being a tracker.
Today was one of the latter, and I'm so glad.
God knows I needed it.
I really did.
so yeah.
I think things're getting better.
and they'll keep doing exactly that.
I've got some of the old fire to fall back upon and Mr Whitby as a Lit teacher and I will get my Blackberry fixed and I will not bomb my race
and I will learn to leave yesterdays in their photoframes
and yeah I might/I probably will/oh who'm I kidding I definitely WILL get sad sometimes but I'm going to hang in there. hang in there. hang in there. because that's what I do
and keep moving forward because there's gotta be more than this.
things will get better.
they've got to.
"she wasn't bitter.
she was sad though,but it was a hopeful kind of sad.
the kind of sad that just takes time."
- the perks of being a wallflower