I've Moved!!

Hi, beautiful day.

i've finally migrated to wordpress *cue music and fanfare*, its bit easier for me to use. I'll leave this blog up with all the old posts but the new ones will all be on my new blog and i'll move some posts from here to there as well

seems i cant put the link here so you can copy and paste it into your searchbar.

https://aghanaiangirlkaren.wordpress.com/

The time I realized I was not as fit as I thought i was

Ok so first things first (no i'm not the realest *rolls eyes*), I am a fitness freak only in my head. In real life, I only skip so I don’t get fat, plus with my eating habits, the skipping is just a formality.

Ever since I could remember, I liked running around: playing four corners at break time, then playing football with the boys after school, I used to be that sweaty girl.

So fast-forward to high school I was on the basketball team till the coach and I had a slight misunderstanding, no fault of mine, and I got kicked off the team.

Fast forward some more and I’m in University and I have decided to play basketball again so every evening I change, go to the court and put my life in a friends mean hands *insert scary haunted house music*

So the other night, he’s catching rebounds and passing the ball back and I’m getting tired so I begin to slow down (mistake number one) , he doesn't say anything so I get even slower and I just drop to the court, mabr3!

I finally get up (I’m still tired but I hate it when the sweat dries) and all of a sudden, the once direct passes are going to the other side of the court, he’s throwing them far away intentionally, I am forced to run after the balls….its hell.

I’m running back with the balls telling him to slow down but onti kraa, if you won’t run with the balls, you will run after them.

I start doing too known, running and all that but then I begin to feel my body slow down even more, it’s not responding and my head is aching and burning. (it’s a feeling we the non-fit people can relate to)

Finally I give up and just drop. I’m sitting there, in the middle of the court and the first thing that comes into my foolish mind as I look at the ball roll away is:

“Looking at how unfit I am, if I ever marry an athlete, I might get an aneurysm in bed and die, I wonder if it’ll it better be worth it though”

The Time I died

Today, I died.

It hurt so much; I felt my heart get ripped out of my body, saw it get crushed and I felt it, It was not connected to my body in anyway but it hurt so much.

Today, I died.

I felt the air leave my body, I felt my lungs collapse into themselves, it was not supposed to hurt, but it did.

Today, I died.

It went straight into my body, nothing could stop its onslaught, and bone and cartilage were useless against it.

Today, I died.

Because I broke my own rules and did not trust myself. I kept second guessing my instincts and closing my eyes to what was right in front of me.

Today, I died