It’s 10 pm. I’ve been stuffing myself with mango and watermelon. I’m still feeling the residue of the pho I had earlier.
I go back to work tomorrow. I work 11-11, a shift I haven’t worked since last year. It’s alright I guess. I need to run 4 miles tomorrow before work. I started this Nike Half Marathon Training guide. I’m hoping I won’t get injured now until september.
I miss being at the beach. More so, I miss being with Amando, Crystal, Mandy, Norman and even his boytoy Chris. I haven’t had a vacation like that in awhile, at least here in the US. We’d wake up, go for a run, eat, drink wine, chill. And repeat. I appreciate that everybody there was a health buff, except for Mandy. I had a very good time. I wish I live closer to them.
I don’t know. There are things I have been thinking about, but I’m trying not to entertain them. This isn’t the perfect world. If it was, things would be different. Things wouldn’t be so complicated, and love would just be as it should be.
Right now, I’m living each day as it comes. I do have many doubts. And I think of them often. Running helps me. Funny how things are turning out to be. A year ago, you would never see me run. But now I am breaking 10 minute miles.
I just hope God looks after me. I hope He does.
Out of the night, the cold bitterness taste of hate,
Love lives.
Like a flower that blooms in the desert of drudgery and broken dreams,
Love lives.
And what is written in the stars
But lost in this worldly plane
Shall find its way
Because love,
Love lives.
Someday love songs will be in the air again.
The Spin You’ve Got Me In - Death and a Cure
(Source: youtube.com)
Amazing how a year flies by. A year ago, I remember exactly where I was. Tonight, I’m in my bed. About to zonk out. I’m hoping to get good gym time tomorrow. Thursday I drive to Philly and pick Crytal bright and early in the morning. Then head to the beach house with Amando.
I’ll be 31 in a week. My wish? To always have the gift of family and friends.
On another note, I truly believe that there are people out there who cannot be by themselves. Like they have this I don’t know…obsession maybe…to be in relationships. One week they’re distraught over a breakup then next week…boom, in a relationship!