Call me morbid
Call me pale
I’ve spent six years on your trail
Six full years on your trail
I was at the gym this morning feeling motivated and invigorated, imagining myself 40lbs lighter by summer and training for a 5K.
Then I tweaked my knee on the way to the locker room and could barely walk.
I wonder how many times I’ve started over? Set goals? Had hopes? I pondered this as I stretched after my workout, and this song came on the iPod.
Have I spent six years chasing the tail of success? Is that morbid or tenacious? For a split second I felt discouraged and frustrated by my broken record self promises. But then I resolved to put it all behind me and start fresh – as if I’d never started before.
It is, after all, a new day, a new year, a new birth.