After a couple hellish weeks, I managed to hit a workout tonight.
400-300-200-100 meter row, alternated with
40-30-20-10 push ups
Felt good. Still in a rut, but my day was less shitty after this, so I’ll take it.
A friend of mine on here reminded me that these times in life are cyclical.
Just gonna stand fast and keep pushing forward. Life ain’t too bad.
Update on the past couple weeks
Every day is fucking hell. I’m like a pressure cooker 24/7. My mind is pretty much a run away train, and I shit you not I hit points where I am ready to hit random strangers just because they look at me funny. I absolutely hate every minute I am alive right now.
Shit’s still tough. Same shit still goes through my head. School sucks.
I need to fucking pull it together.
Does anyone know how to determine VO2 Max from the YMCA step test based off of heart rate?
If you try do the FAFSA over the phone with your dad on the day it’s due…. you’re gonna have a bad time.
Anonymous asked: Please stop trying to feel sympathetic. You do not know me, and shooting you a message would do nothing. After this, even if we did continue to talk and if you did manage to help, in a month, a year it will all be a distant memory. Nothing more than an acquaintance.
I’m not sympathetic. I empathize. Yes, I might not know you, but you don’t know me. But what I do know is pain. I’ve been through some messed up times. And I know what it’s like to struggle through them with hopelessness and what seemed like no possibility of even having a life worth living. But I figured it out, and one of things I ever did was start talking about it and asking for help. Don’t write off the future just yet. If I end up helping, that’s what matters. Even if I can’t, then maybe I can point you in the right direction.
I can’t make you do anything, and I can’t make any promises. But I can say that I can relate, and my door is always open. .