Effort Poast:
In my last timeline, When I would come home to share when something awesome happened or I did something cool related to my running adventures, I would get a hand wank gesture most times, literally, not figuratively, not joking. I didn't realize at the time how dismissive and hurtful that really was. I have spent the last 9 months feeling guilty like my running may have been the cause for the dissolution of an almost 14 year relationship. Like I still can't even get on a treadmill or go to the gym without breaking down. My relationship with my favorite mental health outlet was so fucked up over processing the end of that relationship.
I actually gave up competitive disc golf like two years in after his absolute dogging of me during casual rounds and during tournament play. It was my favorite sport for 10 years before we got together.
He never once went to see me play vintage base ball. I sew my own dresses then play 1860s base ball in them. Again, hand wank gesture almost every time i invited him.
I found out today that my image is highlighted regarding the retard race i just ran. Like the accomplishment visualized with me at the finish line after running all night on a course I'd never visited is the cover photo for the official online album today.
My friends are carrying me as i carry on, learning to let go of the guilt and fear of fucking up.
In my last timeline, When I would come home to share when something awesome happened or I did something cool related to my running adventures, I would get a hand wank gesture most times, literally, not figuratively, not joking. I didn't realize at the time how dismissive and hurtful that really was. I have spent the last 9 months feeling guilty like my running may have been the cause for the dissolution of an almost 14 year relationship. Like I still can't even get on a treadmill or go to the gym without breaking down. My relationship with my favorite mental health outlet was so fucked up over processing the end of that relationship.
I actually gave up competitive disc golf like two years in after his absolute dogging of me during casual rounds and during tournament play. It was my favorite sport for 10 years before we got together.
He never once went to see me play vintage base ball. I sew my own dresses then play 1860s base ball in them. Again, hand wank gesture almost every time i invited him.
I found out today that my image is highlighted regarding the retard race i just ran. Like the accomplishment visualized with me at the finish line after running all night on a course I'd never visited is the cover photo for the official online album today.
My friends are carrying me as i carry on, learning to let go of the guilt and fear of fucking up.
