I thought i had perhaps shaken the bigger nights. the ones which i would love to forget the next day but rather seem to remember them even clearer and then am on a mission sending thank you slash apology texts. What is more, i cannot even give myself an opportunity to land on damnyouautocorrect.com and provide some laughs because my sloshed sentencing is still second to none.
One thing it does mean though is the next day i feel like death. this isn't so cool. and maybe drinking dishwashing liquid isn't so cool either. But it does always put me in the frame of mind that something different needs to be done. i need to have something here in my life which will mean that i won't be able to spend so much coin and waste so much of the following day in recovery mode. Prowling smh.com today i found something which may be able to answer the question. The City to Surf (it seems the word "to" has been replaced by the number 2 in the official documents, but i think i will just be sticking to the more traditional spelling). Let's be honest. If i plan to (finally) take part i will need to train, look after myself and make sure i am adequately prepared mentally, physically and emotionally. What is someting more of an omen is that the recommended training schedules begin ...today! I like omens.
This seems to tick a lot of boxes. I will be doing lots of training, keeping myself busy (which i adore) and working towards a goal. Only problem is all my other lost pursuits hanging about in my room as a constant reminder. My piano, gathering dust despite my continued love, my song lyrics and book chapters littered through journals and exercise books, the motivational interior decorating poster which was meant to be complete for the start of 2011 and the numerous cricket equipment and clothing reminding me i will never ever play for Australia. what will make this one different? motivation? unlikely. Use of whips? Perhaps. who knows. but maybe this will be the time i break free from the shackles and finish something that i start.
The training is appealing to me because just once in my life i want to have a hot body. I have discovered that boys only seem to join gyms and worry about their bodies once they break up with partners. obviously they get comfortable and let themselves go. so if i ever get a girlfriend, the post break up stage will just be used to lose the excess weight that getting cozy has allowed me to gain. so this is my best and possibly last chance to become a real narcissist and see what impact this has on the rest of my life. As well as this, sunday training will mean destroyed on a saturday is not an option.
What's more, this has always been on my list of "To do's" and it can only be a good feeling to knock one of them off. I have heard of the fabled runner's high and if it is anything like the high of a Xavier Rudd concert it will be enough to keep me going. Stay tuned, i will let you know when this idea fizzles out.
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