Ankles splayed and all tied.

Not sure if going jogging is the most appropriate outlet anymore.
It's better than nothing, but what I really want to do is a floor exercise routine.
Tumbling pass after tumbling pass. The slow, then the fast.
The feeling that washes over you when you land something perfectly.

Fitter. Happier. More productive.

The biggest misconception I think my friends have about (me) getting married: I don't struggle with depression anymore. I've been getting leaned on an awful lot due to some unfortunate horseshit, which I'm fine with and very humbled by, but part of me thinks it's assumed that I have nothing to be sad about. That the things that made me sad two years ago are any easier to deal with now. They're not.