I get on the treadmill. I run in place, begrudgingly. I am filled with angst and my will wavers. Im tired. I cant. I can do less and thats ok. My body hurts. I dont care enough. Then I repeat this phrase over and over: If I have no discipline and commitment to this, Ill have none anywhere else. Im the only one who cares enough to make me do this. Then suddenly, a second wind. Ahhhhhh, the drama of a Killy workout.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 00:20:14 +0000
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