I Have To Be Better Than You

My legs are sore today.

Last night when my family left me alone in scary, dark house (yes I'm afraid of being left alone inside a house) I went to the gym. I was going to walk (brisk) 3 miles since I'm supposed to be able to jog 3 miles by the end of the month. It took me over 30 minutes to make it to 2 miles and my heart rate was bouncing up past 150 and I was sweating in my t shirt and sweats.

Sometimes i have to remind myself the whole point in being athletic is being able to do things that are hard, things that ordinary people struggle with or flat out can't do. Yes I am Emily and I do need to better than the ordinary person. I'm still not sure what exactly better means...but it does mean I have to be able to jog 3 miles in the near future.

I've also been stretching my side splits a lot. I measured my starting point and I'm looking forward to seeing how many centimeters of flexibility I've achieved by the end of the month. Some nights I don't stretch because I'm so tired. Life is pretty routine...in fact I'm usually the most exhausted on weekends! 

Not that my friends understand that. Except Alex. He understands.