The Best Part of the Day

There is nothing more gratifying than getting home after a run and throwing your disgusting clothes into the hamper. It sort of makes me feel like Rocky Balboa climbing the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I guess the word is accomplishment, even if it’s a small one it can feel enormous.

Tonight I incorporated my bike into my workout. I rode my bike to the end of the boardwalk, locked it up (*my last bike was stolen), ran 2.25 miles, and then biked home. By the time I got back, nearly 5 miles in total, I felt accomplished- I’m actually doing this. I honestly can’t believe that I want to be doing this. The me of 4 months ago would have laughed at the idea of this operation I have going on. I always believed never say never I guess it’s just nice to be living in it.


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