label me

I feel like I need a designation when I'm at the gym.  I don't go around blabbing all my problems to everybody the first moment I meet them, but people wonder.  Sometimes people I've met or "know" will ask why I'm doing something different.  Sometimes I tell them I'm special.  Sometimes I tell them I'm injured.  Most times I don't feel like going through this whole story.  Yesterday, one of the guys at the gym asked me why I was pouting.  Because I was angry.

Maybe I'll start up a t-shirt business for when I get stuck in my own head.  If you see me at your gym with SCRATCH across my back, please understand that I wish I were doing more and pushing myself harder didn't hurt.