Still dating my bike

Time is crawling.

The summer weather is peaking and every single morning I'd be more than happy to jump up and go for a run. But then this worthless piece of a toe says no. This injury is really sad one. It's like nothing but then again it is a big deal.

Another issue that sort of bugs me is that I'm afraid that I'm getting more and more used to this 'not running' status. Yes, my heart begs for even a really pedestrian 3 miles jog, but my mind is not anymore fulfilled with pure anger because of not being able to run. Furthermore, for instance nowadays I don't mind if some individuals choose not to take care of themselves even if they could. Back in the day I left their wasteful physical presence in a second. Getting older is good - life's just easier this way.

This time the remedy's name is Trek. Instead of running, I had to find a mental and physical outlet of the current state of frustration by riding my bike. It's fun, yes, but with a strong headwind, it just sucks. But that's the code of life - you win some, you lose some.

T minus Berlin Marathon: 11 weeks.
T minus getting back at running: 2-4 weeks.

Btw. I hate swimming. H A T E it.