Dude, I love you man.

I realized something. I really, really need endorphins. Enodorphins make you happy? Hell yeah. I get completely bitchy, cranky, and moody when I don’t run. (Which doesn’t change much when I run for Coach Tuff) But after completing a hard work out and hitting my times? I get the happiest. Like today, after finishing those millions of two hundreds, I felt accomplished. As if it asserted the fact that I did something that day to improve myself and push me closer to my dreams, my goals. People need something to accomplish every day. Or they are just wasting their days and life away, right? And if they don’t think so, they should.

So I guess when I exercise, I burn off stress and all that’s left is happy feelings. No wonder recently I haven’t been talking much…I haven’t been getting my endorphins! And I haven’t been burning stress. I probably finally got rid of all the pressure I was feeling this last week through running. It’s almost as if I’ve been forcing myself to be normal and to be loud. Even though things like that should come naturally. I don’t know what’s wrong with me when I don’t run.

Wait, no I do.
Everything’s wrong with me when I don’t run.
I can’t get lazy.
Running cures stress, pimples, and fatness.

The moon is really beautiful tonight.
It’s big, round, and yellow. Solar flare?

Anyways. I feel sorry for the people that aren’t doing anything with their lives. No dreams. No goals. No way of life. Actually, scratch that. I don’t feel sorry for them. This may be harsh, but sometimes I wish I could just take their lives and give it to people who need it the most. People that don’t just sit around all day doing absolutely nothing. Waste of life.

How are you living yours?