A high school friend passed away today.. I am way too young for this shit.
It reinforces my desire to become healthier...which causes me to be happier (who the fuck knew??)
I went to sit with his widow for a bit...she seems numb :( Then when she had to go to the funeral home, I went to my kick boxing class. I really worked hard... hard enough to need my inhaler ( I almost like when I have to use it...I know I am working hard)
It is cathartic to work out, I just realized that......
Every bit of pent up emotion went into my punches and kicks, I mean sure I am still sad...but I am at peace with it.
I work hard to better myself, and my instructors (who I am thrilled to also call friends) push me. Just when I think I can't do it, they come gimme a shove
I love those sadistic bastards.
Tomorrow I am going to push myself even harder. There is NOTHING I cannot do if I work hard and keep pushing myself.