Getting funky

I don't mean getting "down" "funky", as in "groovy" or anything remotely fun.
Whatever illness/funk I was in earlier this month is dragging on down the rest of February. It's putting a damper on the workouts. Yesterday I got through two sets of upper body and only one set of lower body and just had to stop. Thankfully I continued with cardio, but punking out on strength is highly unusual for me. I have to wonder how some people get through workouts when they feel like shit and can't perform at a high rate they usual perform at, because it gets me down. Running this month has not been good and I have no excuses. I have to find something that's mucking up my run, fix it, and charge on. It doesn't help that I'm not a big fan of running in the first place. Right now the weather is crisp at a 51 degrees, sunny, and the snow is dwindling. I should really hit the road.

There is no brighter day than the one that shines light on the knowledge that true strength lies not in self, but unity. That others answer to the same cruel tormentor. And that together, they can shoulder the anguish. This is the hot forge that will make Marines, because at last there is no questioning of why, no wondering how. There is only determination. There is only single-minded desire. Not one among them is willing to give up. Not one among them would exchange torment for comfort. Finally, they have found the will to be Marines.