Very recently a question has arisen in my life to which I have no solid answer. That question is, “am I a slave to my body or is my body a slave to me?” Deep thinking, I know. As you all are aware, I have begun running yet again (it’s an on-off relationship) and so now I feel as though I plan my life around my next run. I have to go to bed on time because I want to have the energy to run. I have to eat right so that I have the energy to run. Obviously this whole running thing is promoting a more healthier me, however sometimes I want to stay up late or eat all the junk food I can get my hands on. Which leads me to the other side of the question. I want to look trim, look my best (which also leads to physically feeling my best) so even though my hips ache, my calves are pulled tighter than a slingshot, and my feet are tender I keep on going. I keep on pushing. And then I feel exhausted and yet I still want to do more! The closest to a conclusion I have come is that my body is a slave to me and I am a slave to my body. It’s a continual circle that has pretty sweet pay-offs. Any other thoughts?

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