my life is quite simple i think. i've simplified it beyond necessary and drained all the unnecessary away. i feel as if i know what are important things to do, to keep, to work on. the only matter is the reconciliation between that understanding and the movement of my muscles. my muscles are 'unresponsive in nature', someone said that, that's what i feel like. like i am flat and without purpose. 

this morning i went to the gym and ran for half an hour, shocked myself at how difficult the bikes were and did some weights training. i was the youngest and most unfit person there. feel like going again tomorrow... don't know if i'm kidding myself