September 16, 2008
My legs and back are aching loads, but I always feel that exercise is only worth it if it hurts. It doesnít hurt at the time; that would just be daft. But afterwards, I like the tenderness of my muscles; it feels like something might actually be happening. I like pushing myself because I know I can do it. Itís the one thing where I can control my own achievements. Itís a nice, comforting definite. I donít have to hope, I simply have to do. Itís nothing like academic achievements, which arenít mine; I just regurgitated a textbook accurately enough.