theslowrunner

So, I hate my job. And this isn't a simple complaint about working hard or anything of that nature. It's that my job really doesn't fit me in the slightest. When I got my job in sales I thought I would be fine but here I am six months later and I find myself hating what I do. The problem is the job but it's me. It's a job in sales and truly I don't have a shark bone in my body at all. I don't like trying to convince people to spend an extra 40 to 200 dollars to make sure their treadmill or air compressor is safe for years to come. It's a tough time in a lot of people lives money wise and I feel like asking for more is just greedy. When people tell me 'No' I stop asking and that makes my boss mad that I don't push for the sale. I'd rather just work for a day out in the cold or sun. I'd rather feel blisters on my hands and my body sore from work.

I started to work out two days ago. I bought myself a membership to a gym and it's tough. I have no mistake that losing weight is going to be difficult but it's the consequence of my own disinterest in taking care of my body. A couple of years ago I had a gym buddy that I worked out with. I dropper forty pounds and gained tons of muscle. Though, when he found himself a girlfriend he lost interest in working out. Now I am doing this by myself and I'm worried for another countless time I am just going to let myself down. Still, I forget how good it feels to be sore...That good ache in your muscles that makes you feel as if you have more than you really do. I think the reason I like that pain so much is that it shows a good work out. That you made an effort...















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