Legs as fucked up as ever, research paper due and APs to study for, no one has asked me to prom, and I’m still not losing any weight
first world problems i guess
BUT IT SUCKS OKAY??!?!
One thing that running has taught me is that if anybody tells you that you can’t do it, they’re lying. That includes yourself.
It’s more than just a race. It’s my escape. My way of taking a break from the world and all the stress, zoning out, and entering my own world. It’s about wanting to do better every time i step onto the track, trail, or street. It’s the drive to make a name for myself. It’s about the hard work, self-punishment, and pain I somehow enjoy. It’s my passion.
do we ever stop suffering for the future?
what does BMI stand for
bullshit meaningless information