As for what really matters, it's my dreams. Not the wet ones. (pause for laughter) The ones about my future, the ones that wake me up in the morning, and keep me up at night thinking about them. The issue is, the older generation only cares about what you wanna do for a living, and I can't say work 20 hours at a shoe store and run 100 miles every week. Most people just dont understand, they dont see how that can be rewarding, or how a futon couch can actually be quite comfy. But when its come down to it, I have no idea what I wanna do. I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and watch the mile markers fly by.
lil bit of that "GO GET" as my roommate would say it. He would also say stuff like "I pooped myself." So I'm not sure whether I should look for advice from him.
Big race this weekend, havta show SWPCM that I am still the chief, 21km is sure a long dance.
Go get,
rj
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