I took it easy today, at least, mentally. Physically, I did more than I usually would during my workout. I'm trying to make up for lost time in advance since I will be sucked into the void known as Vegas. I'm not going to be splurging on food since my previous experience taught me that I lack the requisite taste buds to truly appreciate fine cuisine, but I will definitely be deviating from my usual diet. Then again, one of the friends I'm going with has become particularly picky about his food and I don't expect my deviations to be too excessive because of that--if we're all eating together anyways.
Early in the day, I organized my clips of BF4. I mistakenly deleted a great clip with me going crazy with the MG4. This means I have go online and recapture that moment again by going on another spree. Too bad the PS4 doesn't have a trash folder. If I can only recover that footage... Well, I can't go around crying over spilt milk.
I took another step in advancing my routine. It's easy to see the path ahead but it's much harder to traverse it. That's how I felt when I first started running, but after a while, my body got used to it. Now I'm trying to get my mind used to it. It helps to take a break and wonder how far I've gone. Seeing that progress really helps and provides more motivation. I can't stop now. If anything, I want this upcoming trip to galvanize everything that I've been working toward. I don't know how, but I just want it to.
I will temporarily drop off the face of the planet in the next three days. I'd like to say that I'm ready, but I'm still not there yet. I'm besieged by visions and delusions of grandeur, but I will focus on the most likely outcomes and make sure that as long as I can achieve the bare minimum, I won't be coming back with regrets.
It's going to be a long night.
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