Baby come on

I ran today. And it freaking hurt like none other. I haven't been that short of breath in...a long time.

But I'm counting down the hours until I go again.

I enjoyed the mind numbing that came with it. The feeling that I am stronger than I think. Because in the end I finished it.

I can't tell if I'm crazy, or it's just my frustrations getting to me. My frustrations about boys, my weight, my roommate, my job, my classes, my life.

I think it's just a combination of sorts, at the very least.

I guess everything was just so good, life can't but help to give me a couple of roadblocks.