So i am filled with weird feeling today. I am filled with endorphins, as I am now doing 2-a-day VO2 intervals and my existence is marked by suffering. But in a good way. Every time i go out, i just pretend that I am battling with the forces of evil and I must crush them or resign all that is good and nice to an untimely destruction. It is empowering.
But it is so easy to see an article like THIS one and feel like everything is just a waste of time. If Emma Pooley can't keep herself on a team, what is there for a little lizard to reach for?
It is easy to say it is unfair. It is easy to quit. But I cannot. What else is there?
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