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I am NOT a failure if I don't run 2.5 miles today. I did 1.25. I am NOT a failure. I am NOT doing this to lose weight. I am NOT doing it for any reason other than to make recovery from surgery easier. If I don't run any more tonight I am still ME and I am NOT MY STUPID BODY in the first place. FURTHERMORE, my body is NOT stupid. It's brilliant. Right now my brain is processing things faster than I can count. I grew babies and my body birthed them. I have 2 functioning kidney's and my body is so flippin cool that I only need one of them. My heart is beating just because it is, and my eyes blink without me telling them to. (it's working!) My body turns food into energy. I'm growing hair even as I type. I have billions of nerve endings and I feel ALOT of things, including the keys I'm touching. I feel my nails tap the keys when I use my pinkies. My lungs use the oxygen and things change into CO2 and I breathe out. My eyelashes are protecting my eyes. I have tastebuds that taste allllll these incredible flavors. Smells! I process smells...the smell of a person can make everything else better. Or really good food. This is just my cool body. It's not even what makes me ME.
FUCK.
I don't HAVE to fun 2.5 EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'm okay. It wasn't a good eating day. I don't have enough energy in my body to run. I did 1.25. I'm fine. It's okay. Is it irritating listening to my stupid self talk?
GO TO MY HAPPY PLACE. Okay. My happy place. Let's go. See next post. Have I won most posts in shortest amount of time yet?