Sunday, December 23, 2012
A piece from: The Race, by D. H. Groberg
"Get up," an echo sounded low, "you haven't lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!" the echo urged him on, "Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!"
So the reason for this little piece? I didn't exercise for a full week. I really haven't done anything. I'm starting again Monday (Christmas Eve), since it's almost here and will be a fresh start. The reason I like this quote from that poem, is because it says to get up, you aven't lost until you give up. I know for a fact that I'm not ready to give up, not by a long shot. What do I have left? What is are my choices? What will I gain by quiting? Nothing except wasted time. Must keep going, keep getting up, no matter how many times I fall down flat.
College resumes in 1 week, and I will be marching off to it with everybody else. Many people say I will lose weight quickly during college, others say it's going to be harder. I believe for myself it will be either easier or the same. I mean, I'll be there all day, with no cafeteria..and the food joints are too far away to get to...so all I'll be eating really is a snack in my purse of some sort. The only food this branch of the college provides is a popcorn machine & a vending machine in the honor student lounge, but it's always too packed. Besides, I will not spend every dime I have on stupid vending machine food. Water will be my only option for a drink, because it's closeable and easier to carry than other things. The college does provide coffee in the student lounge, but again...it's so crowded! College also requires mandatory PE classes, and mine is a jogging class. I have to jog 30 minutes a day. I don't see why I would gain, but instead I'm figuring to lose a little weight..with the daily exercises, less food, & walking in between classes.
Lately I pass the mirror, and for a quick minute I feel a tinge of disgust, but I quickly say "shut up" to my inner thoughts. I can't give depression even an inch, because it will take a mile. My dreams have been growing like a fire inside lately, & I just can't forget them. They dog me, nag me, remind me, encourage me, anger me....they just fuel me! I must keep going...because these desires and dreams are real. Nothing has ever been more real than this.
Lately my desire to run marathons actually feels like a fire inside. It burns there, speaking to me, calling to me...and I have an exitement, a determination, and a knowing inside....I just know that one day I will be at this point, and I can finally enjoy who I am. I've always loved running, and this will be perfect for me.
Well anyway, off my butt starting Monday...heck, I'm pumped all over again. Maybe I'll do a little something tonight after my headache goes away.