Everyone has goals. Or at least, they should.
Mine are: to write a novel, to lose weight by my best friend’s wedding, and to accomplish every task my ever-expanding bucket list by the time I die.
I had been getting aggravated lately, because it seems like I’m doing a lot of working out and never losing any weight. Today I realized that my working out is paying off, because I’ve never been able to run any substantial amount of distance without wanting to die. Today went better than I thought it would, I was able to run a majority of the course, and though I’m sore and want to sleep the rest of the day now, I really feel like I accomplished something.
I’m already looking forward to signing up for the next one, and can’t wait to try and beat my time.
I think I found a new hobby.