Day 97

Today I lost my Pepaw. He was 102 years old and got to go home peacefully while asleep in his own house with his family. He was ready to go, but it still hurts. I decided not to take the day off like my boss offered - Pepaw would not have wanted us to stop our lives just to fuss over him.
After work I thought it would be best to try to keep my plans for healthy living as best I could so I went ahead and went jogging. My heart was not in it at all though - not even a little bit. Every step felt desperate, painful, and heavy. Its funny how the mind and heart can do that to someone's body. I felt like I was jogging through wuick sand and my lungs were going to give out. It was awful, but I managed to sludge my way through 1.5 miles of jogging and then I walked a cool down lap. I was proud of myself for getting up and going, but have never felt so horribe while jogging before - not even when I very first started.