Carry On

I stumbled into the fighting spirit this morning and got on the treadmill. Yesterday, I went to the gym for a personal training session, so this makes two days of exercise in a row. The endorphins are coursing through my body like a bunch or drunk college kids stumbling into the dorms at two in the morning. I'm on top of the world. If I can just keep up the momentum, we may be on to something here.
It's been a really rough couple of weeks, and as I jammed out to my workout playlist, the words to one of my favorite "Fun" songs really struck a cord. "If you're lost and alone, or sinking like a stone, carry on. Let the past be the sound of your feet upon the ground. Carry on."
I needed to hear this today. The reminder was poignant. I am a manatee with the heart of a dragon. I am a beautiful, boat-mangled wreck, and no matter what life throws at me, I will carry on.