Dear Diary,
Today was a weird sort of a day... I don't know how I managed to get through 3/4 of it, but I know I did. Like for example, I badly did not to do sprints today, but I purposely brought my spikes from home so I could use it today. Weird? I've been getting this super weird feeling about track, and running and just my sporting "career" to be exact. All these years I kept telling myself Im getting better each year, my timings have cut each year too. But judging from my arm actions, my stride lengths, my horrendous block starts, my big fat stomach.... I have only one thing to conclude : I was never talented, I just had more speed. Not technique, not mental.
Anyway, since this post is already so full of shit, and I feel so weird right now, I shall go resume watching One Tree Hill, something less weird.
Btw, I had a really beautiful dream last night. How I wish that dream did come true, & all these silent treatments will be vanished! I want to go back to when we used to talk about your sport, my sport, and all those stupid silly things we did.
Signing offf.....
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