If only it hadn't rained for three days.
If only I hand't slipped from the first move, hitting a rock with my elbow.
If only I wasn't deep in a four weeks load cycle.
If only I was a better climber.
If only I had had another go.
If only the lip was two inches closer.
I'm tempted to let these thoughts enter my mind, and stay there, and convince myself that everything's right. But I won't let them in.
Truth is, I didn't send Out of Service yesterday, because it's just plain hard. It's not morpho, it's just hard, and maybe I'm just not good enough.
What the fuck - you may think - the guy's cranking every night in the gym, has been training for almost two years now in a very serious way, and still he's not good enough? C'mon, just quit.
This is the sad truth. All this toil and work just to be average. Just to be not good enough. What's the point? The point is just trying to be good. Trying to be better. Every dog has its day. Or maybe not, but the dog that doesn't try, that doesn't want to have its day, is a sad dog.
2 comments:
"but the dog that doesn't try, that doesn't want to have its day, is a sad dog."
Well said. Stick with it.
The only joy is in the challenge... nothing truly excellent ever came easily.
Hope to see you soon Lore! Thinking of going back to switzerland for the New Year.
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