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Music Monday: Where Are You?

This week's Music Monday is "Where Are You?" by Our Lady Peace.

Last week's Music Monday was a song I used to blow off steam for how I had been feeling recently. I would put in a "good" week working out and then go on an eating binge all weekend. That went on for a couple weeks until I was finally too frustrated to write anything positive on Monday. So I decided to go with a song that I was using to call myself out for not really putting in a good effort in anything. I felt like I was "faking" a lot of things.

Three things happened after I posted that song. First, I really got that off of my chest. It was something I had been feeling for a few weeks but had kinda kept to myself. Next thing was a guy that I have gotten to know pretty well at the gym gave me some advice: If your not happy with the where you are, get back to the where you were before.

So from there I decided to get back to the same attitude I had before. I had fallen into a pit of self loathing. I didn't really give as much effort as I was used to because I really wasn't confident I could do it. My running was getting better but I still just didn't feel right. I kept holding myself back because my weight was weighing on me, my knee pain was coming back and I just felt like I was lost. So I took this advice that was given to me and ran with it.....literally.

When I do some of these posts I often mention that "this song convieniently came on at the right time". Well it is 100% true everytime. And yes the third thing that happened was this song.

This song is kinda about having more than you realize and just not really "getting it". And maybe how it's not really as bad as you may think. Everytime I hear this song it really gets my blood pumping because of the message, but this time it had a little more meaning.



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