I wish I was good at running.
Spent two hours at the gym today. Whoop whoop.
That pretty much screams I have no life and obsess over my fitness. Ohhhh welllll.
Packing all my meet clothes, and getting out my racing flats for an indoor race is such an exciting feeling for me. I’m going to run the mile tomorrow and see where I’m at. Hopefully it’s around 6mins or sub 6! I’m just going to run fearlessly and tear up the track. NGUNGI. (Never Give Up, Never Give In. - my head football coach *lol)
I should probably be sleeping, I had a rough workout today.
Gotta recover them muscles y’all.
I have this desire to be physically tired, strained, and exhausted every damn day.
Because I run.
I’m sleeping with my clave compressions on. My calves hurt way too much to not have compression on them.