Freedom, and the lack there of

And so, an update on my endorphins; they have ceased to exist, and that makes me sad.

During the past few weeks, Egypt underwent a revolution and that has been absolutely incredible to witness. However, due to the unsafe nature of the streets (thugs, gun-fire, etc) I spent more than a week at home. I was honestly too afraid to go venture out to the gym or the nearby track. Sounds of military tanks, gun-fire, and screaming in the night do that to a person.

When things calmed down, I was out several times this week trying to go to the gym, but they were closed due to the curfew in Egypt. Which sucked. But my feelings of dissapointment made me feel even worse because I really shouldn't have be thinking about my stupid runs when people were out there fighting for their freedom and their lives. What kind of person would that make me?

But when I don't work out I go through withdrawl symptoms. I physically feel pain in my back, arms, and legs. I don't why that happens, but it's not pretty. You know the typical movie scene in a rehab hospital where a drug addict is kicking and screaming? That's basically me. I feel like a caged animal who needs to break free and just run and never stop. But instead all I could do is sit in front of the tv and watch history taking place. And stuff my face with food. Lots of food.

The other day, I was all geared up and knew that I was going to have a great workout..(you know when your energy level is at its prime during the day) then I started walking to the nearby gym but got stuck in the rain and I found it closed. Then I decided to try another gym and by the time I got there, it was to close in 30 mins. My workout was too short. It made me both angry and dissapointed. So much for my endorphin kick.

So all I can do is vow to try again tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm watching this awesome video over and over. And I'm thinking how it would be truly freeing to run to its words.