I went running last night. For the first time in over a month. It forced me (amidst excessive wheezing and straining) to realize how harshly I have treated my body. It's been a combination of emotional stress (lack of sleep, high blood pressure, excessive worrying) and physical (fast food, way too much beer, lots of WoW).
Call it being feble, but I've compleatly shut myself off ever since I flew to Philly. I can't sleep, I crave too much food, and all I want to do, when I get home from work, is play WoW and drink beer until I can pass out.
I really want to start running again, and perhaps watching what I eat, but I just can't bring myself to do anything but mope. I've contemplated taking a week off just to do nothing, get to lvl 60, and wait this storm out.
I've been contemplating calling them, but what could I get from them? If I was really good, a decision date, maybe. That would only allow me to countdown more, not get the decision here any faster. My mother recomended I make the call, just to at least be facing the right direction.
but god, this shit is tearing me apart. I feel like that James Dean quote.
Comments (2)
Hey! When i come home from work that's the exact same thing that I want to do as well! Nothing wrong with that. Once or twice every week after work I play basketball for a few hours. THat makes me not obscenely out of shape. Maybe working out a few days after work will bring you back to a level that you find acceptable.
Posted by sundering seas | June 2, 2005 7:33 PM
Posted on June 2, 2005 19:33
Perhaps...
It's just a mental state though. I think it's caused by a lack of social interaction. I have (probably as much as you) a minimal interaction with people at work, and at home I have a near zero. I can't play basketball, because I don't have anyone to play with. So my outdoor activities are limited to playing hockey against a wall or long distance running.
It starts to eat at your mind a little bit I think
Posted by Clarus | June 3, 2005 9:59 AM
Posted on June 3, 2005 09:59