Getting a tattoo

     So yesterday I decided to get a tattoo. I was actually going to wait and get it this weekend, but I tend to have the patience of a child sometimes. It was also out of no where because it wasn't necessarily planned. Like I said, I was supposed to get it over the weekend but I was kind of just like "f*** it" and I got it anyway. I didn't tell my friends where I was going or that I was going to get a tattoo. I didn't tell anyone. I just went to a tattoo shop downtown by myself and it was so exciting. Once I got there and I was waiting for the tattoo artist to set up, I was on my phone. I had the urge to text my friends and tell them that I was getting a tattoo. As much as I wanted to I didn't because I felt that if I told anyone, the excitement would go away. One of the main reasons why I went yesterday and didn't tell anyone was because for once I wanted to do something that not every one knew about. I'm not sure if it's just me, but sometimes I feel like someone always knows what I've done, what I'm doing, or what I'm going to do and it just seems so dull to do anything at all. It's not that I have anything to hide because I don't, I'm just saying that it felt good to do something for myself, by myself, and I was the first to know about it. It was also kind of nice to go alone. I'm sure it would have been fun if I would have brought my friends along, but the whole point of this experience was to do something for myself. It was like having "me time" and it was nice.

     So about the tattoo! I got it on my right side on my ribs (yeah, it hurt), but I love it. To be completely honest it wasn't so bad. I was there for like an hour max and it didn't hurt too bad. Don't get me wrong, it didn't feel great but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. At first it felt like getting a shot and then it felt like a burning, stinging feeling. Oh god, so at one point Sam, the tattoo artist, grabbed my side to get a good grip and I laughed because it tickled and he ALMOST messed up. Almost had a panic attack, but other than that it went great. Check it out:

     "She who endures, conquers." is a quote that my cross country coach said to me my freshman year in high school. Ever since then, it stuck with me and I applied it to running. Then, I applied it to my life in general. Every one has a story and every one has been through some crazy shit and if you haven't, you will. I have struggled and have made mistakes and I'll probably make a few more before I get it right. I have been through a lot and have had a lot happen to me throughout my life. I have endured and I almost gave up at one point, but I got back up and conquered.