New Year Thoughts
Hi cunts, This is day 1 of my 365 day blogging challenge. I’m gonna shit out my thoughts about running, life and being a cunt so please try to entertain me until I write something interesting.
Moderation is key if you want the average life.
It’s impossible to achieve the goal of ‘never drinking again’ whilst you are still alive.
Everyone is weak but no-one wants to admit it to themselves. Owning and accepting your weakness can help you change this.
You can make plans to run tomorrow. I used to excel at running tomorrow when I was in the bar. I’d dream of all of those miles I’d run.
Rarely happened. Enthusiasm dies with a hangover. It’s often more fun to run miles in your head than to go out there and actually do any work.
I’m feeling pretty burnt out. Mentally at least. And New Year means nothing to me really.
I don’t see the point in years. None of it makes sense. 2017 laps of the Sun since a crazy man who thought he was God came back and saved us for being daft mammal bastards. The Earth has completed 4,543,000,000 laps of the Sun and before that, there was no such thing as a year as by definition a year is an Earth year and if there is no Earth to spin around the Sun, then how could there be laps of something that doesn’t yet exist?
I’m uninspired at the minute. I was really inspired last night. Now I’m just in the post holiday sads. Stuck in limbo. Lying in bed. Feeling sorry for myself. Nothing to feel sorry about which just makes me angry and I should punch myself in the head or think about how lucky I have it compared to everyone else around the Earth.
Luckily I got out for 5k. The run streak continues and soon I’ll be back in London and I’ll be content again. I have bad days as a sober man but they are nothing in comparison to before.
I hope none of you did anything too embarrassing last night.