I come home from work every day and I know I should go biking, because I'm training, but I never want to. But I know that the second I start riding it'll be like pulling teeth to make myself turn around to go home. Why is this? I am baffled by how much I love riding but how hard it is to get myself out of the house. What is going on in this inbetween time that is making me not want to go? There is a daily war raging which consists of unmotivation, a desire to be happy, and a desire to find balance in what I want to do with my time. It rages in the inbetween time.
5/24/11
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