Notes
So why would my hip feel better after a completely atrocious race the night before? I don't know. So what do I do? I go running. Only to have my hip hurt and pop even worse so that I was done after like two miles.
Meant to go for fifty minutes and convince myself that I need running to calm me down and maybe I shouldn't be quitting. But of course, I'm wrong. Like always. And convinced myself otherwise.
I think it's safe to say that this has been the worst week of my life. When you're so obsessed with something that it makes you lose five pounds because you're so upset you can't eat hardly anything, it's time to get rid of it.
I really really really really want to quit, but whenever I think about it, I know I'm going to be out there tomorrow, killing myself again.
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I hate myself.