New Year

2009 is finally over. I can't say it was a real good year. Things just haven't been working out quite right the past 12 months, so hopefully 2010 will bring new hope for better days.

Track practice begins on Monday, only 3 days away. I can't wait to see some of my teammates again. Ash has kept me in shape over break, but now that injuries are going away and my body is starting to feel a bit fresh again it's time to really get to work. 70 miles a week is only a base, a starting point from which to progress. I'm more fit now than I was at the peak of last track season, so I'm going into our very first competition looking for personal bests. And blood. This goes deeper than simply wanting to improve my times. I want more than that. I want something else, something to make myself feel like I can once again compete at a level where I'm more than just an extra notch on the winners' belts. I want revenge, revenge for all the pain, frustration, and doubt of a year ago, for every aborted practice and half-hearted race. I want to show the weaker side of me that it cannot win, that in fact it has lost, and that its putrid demands will no longer be tolerated. I want to...I will...prove to every aspect of my languid ego that the other side of me is a monster whose awakening was a very foolish mistake.