Day Ten: I walked for thirty minutes.
Day Eleven: I didn’t walk, or run, because I was busy all day. That’s truth. Though, I could have woken up earlier in the morning to go to the gym, but what’s life without sleep?
I think now after already missing two days, missing a third isn’t really bothering me much anymore. Which is bad. Missing a day should still make me cringe.
I’m also not in the mood to go to the gym because I can’t run. I want to run. But I can’t. So I don’t want to go, because walking is lame.
I’m lame lately.
I like hearing what you have to say. (: