Today, something strange happened to me. You know how people say how they just woke up and knew. Just freaking KNEW. I always just thought, "Well, la dee fucking dah. Congrats, you know what do with your life now." Or something along those lines.
Well, today, I woke up (naturally) and just knew. I knew I didn't want to do this anymore. For the past 8 years, I trained for Track and Field. I'm a thrower, I throw all those damn heavy-ass implements that could cause bodily harm if you were hit. Every Saturday during the season, I would wake up and go to a track meet. And today, just like the past 8 years, I woke up and went to a meet. But it was different this time. I wasn't trying to convince myself that I didn't care. I didn't have to; I legitimately didn't care.
I miss karate, I've been doing it since I was four (that's 16 years), and I miss going to the dojo every Saturday morning. I miss enjoying what I do. And I just knew that upon waking up this morning.
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