I do not understand.
Why is it that randomly I will get my life together and run everyday for a week,
but then stop.
Even though I thoroughly enjoy the feeling immediately after and the next morning.
Not to mention less guilt when treating yourself,
while no longer having as much desire to.
Wouldn't it be nice if the world made something so heavenly a little more fun during?
I just need to find my niche in the realm of endorphines.
Biking in Thailand was fun, I like to swim.
Too bad I don't see either of those having easy access in my day-to-day life.
Books on tape, eh?
Like the saying goes, nothing worth having comes easy.
Someone kick my tail outside and get me moving.
I do love the cold.
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