Appriciation

I never fully appriciated that feeling of exhaustion. The fulfillment of those sore muscles and dry hands. Not once did I ever stop half way through and think: God I'm glad to be here or thank him for making us do it one more time. In fact I remember hating every single minute of it. I never appriciated the things that always got in the way. The brutal cold, the sickness, the lack of energy and every other hurtle that prevented me from being my best. It's weird how these realizations just suddenly hit you. and how much it hurts when they do hit you. It's like everything you ever worked for slowly begins to desinegrate into nothing. That's when you realize it really is ALL GONE. and that theres nothing you can do to get it back.