All I really feel like saying is that I'm happy. Really, really effin' happy. Sometimes I think happy is good, better than joy, better than contentment, because it is temporary. It's enough sugar under your tongue to remind you when you're down again what it felt like and how to get back. It's real. It's the high after a run, before you get sore; When your muscles lose that tension, it's time to run again.
I realized something on Monday. My blog gets quiet when I don't work out. It's a no brainer, right? This is a fitness blog, hence, working out means writing. Dur.
Nah, what I mean is... physical activity gets my creative juices flowing. I can't tell you how many countless ideas have formed and been lost due to overload when I was working out 3 and 4 hours a day. It's mesmerizing, intoxicating, overwhelming, exciting, and enticing.
Basically, this is my thought process right now, short and sweet:
- I wanna be a writer
- I wanna be fit
- Working out makes me fit
- Working out makes me wanna write
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