I ran 5k three days ago. For the first time in many weeks I found enough time and energy, on the same day, to actually return to the gym. One step at a time, I ran 5k.
I thought I’d be struggling far more than I did, especially as it seems that I’m carrying around one or two more bags of sugar than last time I was there. Never mind.
I’m so tired that a good night’s sleep seems to make it worse, ramming home even more just how long all this has been going on.
Perhaps it’s time to call it a day; package everything up and rename it as the Past.
Perhaps it’s time to begin the future.
Another chapter. A different phase of the story I tell myself.
Life from another perspective.
I hope it involves sleep.