 So it has been one hell of a year and my brain has not been doing very well. Recently I realized to drag myself out of this darkness, I need something. And so I picked a sport that I love, that I've done for years, that brings me so much joy and passion. But every time before I go, I find a million reasons not to do it. I'm sad, I don't want to. My car is in the shop. I woke up kind of with a headache, I'll just not go. And it's like my brain is trying to actively sabotage me from doing the thing that I know is gonna help me feel better mentally and also physically. And so today with all the excuses in mind, though I do not remotely feel like it, I'm gonna pack my gosh darn gym bag, get my hydration, and go even though I don't feel like it because I know it's good for me. I'm not happy about it, but I'm not gonna regret it either.