Sunday, March 25, 2012

Race day

I'm going to leave my house in about an hour to go run the half marathon. It's raining like mad. I can't shake feeling sad. My neck hurts. My head hurts. My heart hurts.

Maybe I shouldn't be running to prove something to someone, but I am. I'm always trying to prove something. I'm always trying to prove I am worth something. Sometimes I fail. But I'm always always hoping I'm good enough.

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