Do you ever feel this way? Like nothing is going the way you planned.
Come on, you always told me to keep going .. week after week .. month after month .. run after run. Pushing myself to a place I'd never been.
You always told me that if I came here, I would find out the truth about myself. And that's what I want, at least that's what I wanted when I started. And now I'm not even sure why I'm here.
You always said there'd be a way, though right now I am not really sure I like the way this is going. I am starting to see why people thought I was crazy. Maybe they were right.
Life is not a sprint. It's a marathon.
I just wish you were here.