Personal record or drop on request. Aches and pains, the sounds of saws, blow torches, and metallic abrasions; an unforgiving sun, putrid humidity, and a sullen sense of self. The perfunctory obligation to move is not enough. Each effort moves us up or down the rickety ladder of achievement. Rowing for anything less than a PR would be an injustice to me and the organization that employes my services. No distracting music or onlookers. No help from anyone. No need for social facilitation. Trim the fat off your motivation and dig deep into the abyss. Face the real music of either a hungry machine or a frightened stowaway hitching a ride someone else's ship. There are no free rides while engaging the inner demons in the epic battle of world domination. Let up once, you'll find yourself lying in a frigid puddle of incapacitating disappointment and regret. Once sights are locked on and pace is established pursue your prey with undaunted drive. Close the distance and when the metaphysical fork in the road presents itself make the decision; to quit or claim your right to reign supreme. Tiptoeing through life will only get you to the grave safely. Otherwise, don some horns and snort some fire. The red cape is waving and black flag is flying. It's time to get serious.
Personal record or drop on request.
ReplyDeleteAches and pains, the sounds of saws, blow torches, and metallic abrasions; an unforgiving sun, putrid humidity, and a sullen sense of self. The perfunctory obligation to move is not enough. Each effort moves us up or down the rickety ladder of achievement. Rowing for anything less than a PR would be an injustice to me and the organization that employes my services. No distracting music or onlookers. No help from anyone. No need for social facilitation. Trim the fat off your motivation and dig deep into the abyss. Face the real music of either a hungry machine or a frightened stowaway hitching a ride someone else's ship. There are no free rides while engaging the inner demons in the epic battle of world domination. Let up once, you'll find yourself lying in a frigid puddle of incapacitating disappointment and regret. Once sights are locked on and pace is established pursue your prey with undaunted drive. Close the distance and when the metaphysical fork in the road presents itself make the decision; to quit or claim your right to reign supreme. Tiptoeing through life will only get you to the grave safely. Otherwise, don some horns and snort some fire. The red cape is waving and black flag is flying. It's time to get serious.