I am Starving
2 Hours into my cardio-long distance work out and I am exhausted, hungry, thirsty, burning with my own salt.
It is glorious.
A massage therapist has fixed my legs and I can run and run and run and it does not feel like some one is twisting a pipe wrench ever tighter around my ankles. I am slow, but getting faster and in three months and a little change I will crush some stupid 16 mile run up the side of the mountain. I want it, I am so hungry for it, I will not be stopped: not for nothing, not for 84 degree days in the arctic, not for kittens, not for broken bones, blisters or bandages.
Driven,
at morning you are a day break, etc etc.
