Running has been tough. It seems that the only couple times that I really got into physical fitness without a sports related goal were right after breakups.
My tolerance for running went up as well as my tolerance for alcohol. I drink the most when I am between girlfriends.
So I went to the gym yesterday and I was surrounded by mirrors and buff guys with accents. There was one guy that said, "that guy thinks this is muscle beach" motioning to the super buff ambassador of the gym. I support feverish enthusiasm towards a goal, regardless of the goals nature. For his sake, I hope the night crowd at San Mateo's beachless gym becomes a muscle beach of sorts.
- ill talk objective stuff in the next update.
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