i ran a 10 miler last week. my pacing was way too slow, but i all in all i ran a mentally and physically good race. i could have kept going had i not speeded up that last 1 and 1/2 mile to the finish. i thought the end was a lot closer than it was and killed myself to the point of feeling as if i'd pass out.
i run. i walk. walked well over 10 miles this past weekend. i try not to spend too much time watching tv or surfing the net, and don't buy the newspaper anymore.
i listen to LOTS of music and read books... think about my life back when i was in my 20's... i throw myself into work.
why?
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1. because if i dwelled on all of the atrocities, all the truly fucked up things going on out there...i'd be resting in a hotbath with slit wrists. probably why i'm still smoking that one clove unfiltered cigarette...it's slow suicide for dummies...
what in the world is happening on this planet? and will anyone have the balls to drop a few big ones, end it all, and give the dinosaurs another shot...sometimes, i hope so.
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thus ends the mini written breakdown.
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