My body feels like death.
Anyone remember the ‘truck stick’ from football video games via Play Station? If you do, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
I feel like I’ve been mowed down. Last night I went in for my running for the day, as conducted via the schedule. The first two miles were alright, but kind of boring. I’m trying to follow instructions by running at a pace that I can carry on a conversation. However, by the end of mile two I was so desperate to go to bed that I cranked the mother up and run a sub-6 third mile.
I. Hate. My. Life.
It hurts to walk, sit, move, type, breathe, think…everything.
Thankfully though; some time as being a human, mid-20 adult is due up this weekend.
Double date tomorrow night [after a three mile run and work]. Saturday has some Peeps Soccer in action, a few stores, a two mile run, and then Sporting on the television with MC and Jim, with my beloved girlfriend cooking some wonderful dinner. Then Sunday…by Sunday I’m done with work for the month, it is an official ‘rest’ day on the training, and I will relax.