Last night during my 90 minute run I had a mild panic attack, or so it seems. My chest was tight and I felt pain on my right chest. At some point I could hear a wheezing sound out of my throat. It was all very strange. But I kept going, even if it meant stopping and stubling for a little bit.
Sitting is painful. I'm working in front of the computer standing on my knees at work...
Patience is wearing thin. But again I tell myself I need to keep going and not be afraid of what might go wrong in the future.
The past two months have been painful, somewhere in my body, every single day. Tiring. But life is still meant to be lived. I won't give up.
We all gotta do what we can. The rest, God will lead the way.
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