Why can't adult life be more like that sometimes? Where are pains can be worn like shots on our sleeves and the sympathies of those we love like band-aids trying to take that pain away?
May 27, 2015
May 19, 2015
Talking myself into swimming today was not easy, and when I got to the pool, I looked at the clock the entire swim. Sometimes it is a battle, like really, a battle to get myself to workout. But sometimes on days like today, I reach my allotted time and then keep swimming for an extra five minutes just to prove to myself that I can. And sometimes, just sometimes, that last five minutes is the best part of my swim.
I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.