The new gym my trainer is using has new toys and torture equipment. I’m feeling that tonight.
It’s a “good” feeling in the sense that my head knows it’s for the greater good, the long term goals, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda… Meanwhile, I’m physically exhausted and sore. It’s a good match for the mental exhaustion. It feels like… It actually reminds me of about Mile Twenty of running a marathon. “The Wall.”
At least I’m not thinking about my sore tooth. Mind you, the tooth still hurts. But I’m not thinking about it.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 