Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Out of angst/sadness/guilt/remorse/regret/despair

I went to run. And it felt great.
It felt like I was gonna die.

And then I realize I'm not going to die just yet.
I'm breaking my limit.
I'm finding back my old self.
The determined self.

It's not the end.

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Because 9:44 is not the limit