Olympic me

Watching the Olympics makes me want to get fit and stay fit. I want to be able to go out and run in a sports bra without feeling uncomfortable. Or play sand volleyball with nothing else but a swim suit on. I want to be fearless when I step onto a high dive and repel myself down into the water. I want the drive to stroke my arms over and over in record time. I want the guts to swing from bar to bar and land without deductions. Or have a memorable tumbling pass on floor that shall never be forgotten because I was the star. I want to have the muscle to stride my body over hurdles or sprint until I've gained that strength. I want the support system saying I can do it when I want to give up and walk away. I want to have the confidence in myself. I want that desire. Courage. Strength. Motivation.
I could be the next Olympian from Wichita falls to ever take home a gold medal or even have that chance to compete. We all have that opportunity, but deprive ourselves from considering what seems to be impossible.
I want to do this. Get fit. For me, myself, and for the sole reason of being able to say I did it. I can be an Olympic medalist and will be, even if it's in my own backyard.

To run

I just want to run. A marathon. Triathlon. Pull a forest gump and run for 3 years. Don't stop. Don't text. Dont talk. Dont write. Nothing... Just the road and I. I could run for hours and not stop but to eAt or drink or use te restroom. The cRazy things someone does when emotions take over.

I could do all of these things because of emotions but once they go away I'll want to stop. When does the emotion become the guidance? Why does it hve to go away to make something occur? This should be constant...

So effing confused and frustrated...