I crave this.
That feeling of pure exhaustion. The pain. Where you decide if you are going to listen to the voice inside your head that tells you, you can’t… or decide to ignore the devils inside of you and do what you thought was impossible.
I haven’t gotten to that point yet. I hold back and give up when my head tells me I can’t. It sucks when you know you didn’t give it your all, because life is short. People keep telling me when I finally tap into my inner beast, I will be unstoppable. What is it going to take for me to destroy the demons in my head? Why am I so fragile mentally? Why do I give up when I know I can hang on? It’s like I’m scared of my own potential.
Running is so mental and my demons are winning.
Story of my life right now all written out.
