Prepared in the resting. Thought through all situations,
as much as allowed.
Look at the track, the competition, the end.
Like a tunnel with a little tiny bit of light at the end. Soon it will get so big,
big enough to finally step out into the circle, the winners circle.
A prize so good. Only the tough make it.
Tough... something to gain on this race for sure.
Feared this moment. Ready for this moment. I have. I am.
Knowledge is something I've always wanted.
Freedom as well.
"Rough" they tell me. But the good kind. The kind you endure and push through.
I watched a documentary on the Olympics today. And was in awe of their talents. Most amazed by the runners... the pain in their faces shows just how hard and 'rough' their sport is. But that moment of realizing how far they have gone, how long they conditioned. practiced. Winning. Finishing. Their prize at the end SO worth all that work.
Push my mind, like the muscles.
Endure the cold of a subject I could care less about. It's important.
Focus on the now as best as I can because just looking at the end will make me want to cut corners and just 'pass'. I will NOT just pass. I will finish with that smile. Proud of what I did. Proud of all that HARD WORK put in. Never forgetting though the reward.
Stretching I am. For tomorrow the last part of my race is here. The hardest i do believe.
The light in the tunnel is closer now.
And my track seems a bit shorter, steeper.
But it is more about agility. Not my speed.
Every race needs some preparation. And my manual is all about it.
