Terrorists and Treadmills
Sure I’ve spent a good deal of my life chain smoking and drinking. But one must embrace both the dark and the light in order to truly grow, adapt, thrive, survive. Survival is key.
Was thinking of this on my way to rhythm cycle the other morning. Fuck I hate aerobics and I don’t smoke anymore. The truth is, I can sometimes walk an overly sensitive passionate tendency towards self loathing/desperation/depression, and yoga/running/stupid aerobics lets me embrace my demons without letting them push me over the edge. Otherwise we can all get to trapped in our own fragile minds.
Plus, I love wine and I’m not naturally svelte, so healthy body and not psychopathic mind is a good thing.
So this is a #TBT is something that lays testament to just a continuation of keeping the balance. Oh, cycle rhythm sucked, I can’t stand the barbies.