Things are going well. Weight's going down on the scale. Trying to look good, but pretty hurts. I don't want to be haunted by memories of things that I could have done better, so I try and run hard. Sometimes it makes me want to drink, cause I'd have to be drunk in love to be happy when jogging. But I keep doing it because I don't want to blow the gains I've made because of it. They are like heaven. And you don't have to tell me. I'm no angel but I'm trying to be better. Somebod yonce told me to put up a partition between the fat Mike and the skinnier version, then don't look back. Don't be jealous a**hole. I'm not gonna rocket away from your dumb a**, but these goals are mine and who else is gonna help me reach them but me. Ok, yes. And Beyoncé. Look she ain't flawless, but she helped me power through this mornings run like I had a superpower.
Thanks Beyoncé, XO
PS. Can't wait to get my blue fly knit air max when I hit 100 miles.
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