Physically I’m not in the best shape I’ve ever been in. I’m alright, dawg. But there’s a whole lotta room for improvement says the fat on my ass and cellulite on my legs. Not to mention the wind sucking that occurs when I run. But it’s the voice in my head that will do me in.
Lately that voice has been more frequent and loud. She went away for awhile but it’s getting harder and harder to drown her out. As the new speed skating season approaches I’m getting more and more nervous. September is almost here and my training right now is blurgh. I started off all gung-ho but as the summer progressed any training I had done went right in the crapper. I feel like I’ve failed before I’ve begun.
That voice is asking just what the hell do I think I’m doing? It’s telling me I’ll fail. Deep inside I feel like a fraud. I hate her.
But I can’t stop listening.