1. Any of NBC’s sports coverage makes you tear up.
2. Actually, just about everything makes you want to cry.
3. You consider paying a neighbor to go get you a burrito from the place a mile away, because biking there is impossible.
4. Instead, you download every food delivery apps you can find, hoping one of them will deliver the burrito for you.
5. The floor doesn’t just seem like a good place to sleep; it seems like the best place. Because you’re already there.
6. You start to think NCIS is good show, because the remote is too far away to change the channel.
7. Finding the remote sounds like a lot of work.
8. Eating sounds like a lot of work.
9. Getting up sounds like a lot of work.
10. Maybe it’s not you. Maybe there’s some kind of magnetic force field that has actually nailed your legs to the ground.
11. Maybe you did something really hard this morning, like squats while sprinting uphill, with a tire on your back. You don’t think so, but you can’t remember. It sounds possible.
12. Biking the 2.8 miles slowly from the ferry to work makes your legs burn. BURN.
13. You really don’t want to train anymore. At all. Ever. Maybe you’ll just become a bum.
In this update lies another question. How much do we listen to us, and how much do we push through?? Me, I pretty much listen to myself only, because I can do a lot, and I need to prove nothing to no one.
Maybe that is another question. What do you do for yourself, and what do you do for the watchers? I think you are an “I am me” kinda person, and yeah you worry about the watchers, (who doesn’t) You are strong though, and that is what I liked about you since… well whenever I started reading you.
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
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