One Step at a Time.

There's something about the raw exhaustion of physical exertion that I'm addicted to.
The rhythmic oneness that comes from a cleared mind and pounding feet is exhilarating. I blast music and drown out the clutter of my life. Not only does it calm me, but it makes me feel alive. The bulging of my calves as they push against the ground, the deep, meaningful breaths, the gentle swaying of my arms at my side as I drive forward. By the end of a workout, I'm so hyped up on adreneline that an overwhelming sense of euphoria comes over me. I've always considered myself an active person, but I feel as if I've never worked hard enough to reach my full potential.
I don't know what exactly has inspired me to start getting serious, but I've been inspired nonetheless. I've already started and intend on seeing my newfound motivation through. My goal is by the end of summer to be in the best physical shape I've ever been in. I'm annoyed at the fact I've never worked hard enough to see such aspirations through. What better time than now? I want the most I can get out of life and I feel like a good start is with one's own body. I want to get all I can out of what I've been given. Live in the moment. Be content with what I've accomplished given my circumstances. Be happy. I feel like more often than not people are so focused on pleasing others that they forget themselves. I just wish I would have come to this realization sooner...

"So who all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you"
-Gandalf