Day 251/365 (23July2024)
Tuesday was a real head-spin. A mish-mash of chaos and heartbreak, orchestrated by life itself. First, the NHS decided to play a game of "hide-and-seek" with my emotions, sending a van to collect Chevy's empty wheelchair while refusing to take the rest of his mobility aids. Thanks for the emotional rollercoaster, guys!
Then, work decided to pile on the fun with a mountain of soul-crushing decisions, making me seriously consider a career change to professional hermit. But hey, the weather was appropriately moody, mirroring the dark storm clouds brewing in my soul.
And just when I was ready to throw in the towel and declare Tuesday a total disaster, a glimmer of hope emerged. My legs, fueled by a potent cocktail of rage and self-pity, decided to defy gravity and propel me through a 6:50/km run. Kings of Leon serenaded my angst-ridden sprint, their anthems providing the perfect soundtrack for my emotional exorcism.
So yeah, Tuesday was a real treat. A symphony of chaos, heartbreak, and running-induced endorphins. Who needs therapy when you've got a pair of running shoes and a playlist full of angsty rock anthems?
