Are you some kind of athlete?
The gods of the world with the pens say I play mental games. But, if I can convince you that I’m going to beat you and you believe me, that’s your fault.
“I’m always surprised at how big my quads are.”
“The downer is my massage guy’s in Europe.”
“I needed to do work, so I went to Target.”
“Why would I stay to hang out with people? I hate people.”
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’
You’re lucky. It could have been so much worse.
How fast should I run?
What doesn’t kill you… can slowly wear you down.
You knew what you were doing. I don’t think I’ve ever played with girls who actually played.
What’s worse than training? Losing. What’s worse than losing? Nothing.
Everybody was nobody before they were somebody.