So yeah as before I've been a bit down in the past coupla' months. A bit being an extreme understatement.
Basically same old story. Soulfood's life sucks. Soulfood meets girl. Soulfood's life's pretty cool. Girl turns out to have issues. Soulfood wonders why he attracts these kind of people (actually I think it's my warm, comforting presence
)... Life sucks again... and so forth.
When I've been in emotionally complex situations in the past a well planned session with psychedelics can usually get me to the point of what's really getting me down, as usually I find I pick one thing to obsess over why I'm feeling this way, levy everything onto that, therefore making the one issue seem bigger than it is and not deal with the underlying problems that actually matter.
So yeah!... DMT! It's a great powerful friend, but with DMT recently I think with my heart. As good as the intentions of the heart may be, it's not a brain. The heart wants companionship, but unfortunately the heart does not control others. Another thing with DMT is it doesn't let you repress. Good! Repression gives you wrinkles and makes you scream in the night. Hooray for DMT! But everytime I touch this stuff it's been taking me back a month or sometimes two. Right back to the moment I realised I can't have this thing I wanted or worse... making me think I could actually have it, I will have it and it's only a matter of time. I need DMT in my life so it's looking like repression's not an option.
...but hold on? How do you get over something so fierce and true without repressing it? Surely that's impossible? No!
Get stronger, adapt and proceed. Right?!
Right!
So I'm practically jobless and uninspired to boot. These two things add to much much much spare time which with my extremely obsessive tendency's and a little negative reinforcement...
Well it's not a day at the funfair! It seemed that all I had the will to do was smoke cigarettes and phone a friend demanding that he cheer me up. It's good to phone friends obviously, but smokes before breakfast and all through the day? Eeeew! Right up to bed time.
So I've been told a couple of times recently that I'm getting fat. Never a good thing to hear, especially when you don't need to be told about what's in front of you when you look down, though inevitable when you sit inside drinking all day. Obviously that was the first thing to go. Not completely. A couple of beers every few days is more than acceptable. But hell I need that shit to sleep! So now I'm lying in bed feeling miserable not being able to sleep... well at least I don't have to worry about calories, eh?
*sigh*
Yeah did that for a couple of weeks. I was not fun to be around. You know? One of those? yeh!
So, having a conversation with elbowcups about his wife. I can't remember exactly how it came up, but she goes for runs and stuff. I was thinking about it in terms of staying in shape and what not as she goes to the gym and is in pretty good condition. 'Cups informed me that her reasons are less about the physical fitness and more about the feel good factor. At the time I laughed it off with comments like "sounds like she needs some real drugs", then went back to my life.
About a week later I do a double take. "What?... feel good? Lose weight? Fresh air? D'oh! Why in a silver monkeys pants aren't I doing this?!?!"
So I put on a baggy old t-shirt, some shorts and inadequate footwear and just run. I return 20 minutes later coughing, red eyed and feeling nauseous. I haven't really done any excercise in about 8 years so... yeah I probably should have eaten something first or at least started off slow. Did 3km... quite proud, but foolish. Certainly didn't feel like smoking though
So after what must have looked like a mild asthma attack I drink some water, make some pasta
then wait for the summer sun to piss off a little. Then I do the same run again. Only slower this time and with less walking intervals. Now that's the shit! Mentally I felt better than I had in ages and had a pretty good nights sleep.
Woke up in the morning with bad legs. Walking's fine but stairs suck. None the less 1st thing, have a light snack and a glass of juice then I'm off again. Pretty good run, once again but damn did I regret it later.
Didn't run the next day to allow myself to recover and got quite miserable for it. Not as bad as I have been, but I definately missed the run. However what I'd missed even more was the amazing DMT/rue session I had that evening
Useful insight was... very welcome! Also highly beneficial to my current situation.
Ran again the next day, but a little longer with adequate nutrition, stretches and warmups. Legs felt good.
Just thought I'd share that as it seemed quite nice
Although I'm in a bind now... I'm an addict... to running! Once and I'm hooked! I want to be doing 70 miles a week in two years! Is that rediculous? This end of the post is probably more suited to a running forum but... I don't like other forums
... also I know some of you run.
So rather than having a cigarette first thing in the day, I run. Then I don't feel like smoking until early evening and then... I run!... I have a cigarette before bed. I tell ya... it's not complete success but it sure as shit beats chain smoking.
But the other thing is my friends think I'm going to mess myself up from running too much. When my legs were recovering I was doing some upper body exercise, but it doesn't have the same effect. I need to run!
Sooo who's running?... All the cool kids no doubt?