My indoor bike trainer is on its last limbs, and today she broke.
I knew I shouldn’t have…but I am hungry for trails, for it so I ran. I regret it:
Ya humkshiy and that’s supposed to say bullshit fucking autocorrect you oi de of shut
I hobbled to a physio around the corner and the “Ottawa” somethingsomething test said no X-ray needed (thank you “God”? Or whatever). But I am so sad.
Life’s like “take a break”!
I feel like I needed to affirm, ok “I” here is huge “Ego”: needed to affirm my strength in running before I gave myself rest. Like, I’ve been watching all the runners in BC winning things and climbing mountains like this: (dloaded StumbleUpon on my phone to self-explore things that interest me- other than mindlessly scrolling on IG, or playing on Bumble…but:
Should have cropped this but dontcareatm
Here’s the love I’m searching for (thanks StumbleUpon ❤️):
I am resting now. I am a strong runner, today showed that in my stride, bitchgotit. I don’t need to prove myself anymore. I just am, I am that I am ok Wayne dyer!?
May he rest peacefully with louise hay
Help help me help I can help myself.
Such a post. That is mknkey mind. But hey, no break in bone, soft tissue sprain, saystheottawasomethingsomethingtest
I guess I’ll work on my catering website now
I have a dietitian appointment check in soon and feel very much like not doing it but isn’t it the most important exactly now? My coping is totally food related- so anti healing – in this injury, ED voice is like “don’t eat as much”, but fuck that right? The cycle gotta end somewhere. Why not here and now? I’m going to have blood sausage for dinner still bc that shits good and I feel good after eating it. Too many salads is what my tum is saying.
Anyone want to drink some wine with me? Do some pranayama? I cookforyou
If anyone has any jokes, good videos to watch, toilet humour…dodge memes….I’m acceptingdonationsinformofcomedicrelief.