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Can’t Keep Running Away

Ever since my Bikram membership expired, I’ve had to painstakingly resort back to the *dun*dun*dun* gym. And it’s not that I don’t like going, because I love going. It’s just that I’m not very affluent with the different machines and exercises I should be doing and prefer going with a partner. You know a real one, not one that just goes and gossips with you while you’re on the treadmill lol.



And then there’s the ocean. The sun. The breeze. The sand. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to live in this city. Sure, it’s not a tropical island sunset but it’s the best sunset on the West Coast and yes, I’m totally being biased lol. During my last beach run it was too windy to run on the sand. Actually, I ate sand for half a block before finally saying, “Fuck all this shit,” and crossed the street. But yesterday? It was perfect.

I can’t run as much as I’d like because I’m not really tryna do too much cardio. Not running to lose weight, just to stay in shape. And more importantly, to stay in mental shape and keep my chi in check. You can’t keep running away from all the noise and stress. You can only run towards your goals. And one of mine is just a beach run away. Have a surprise for yall 🙂


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