I hope my arm gets better by Monday. A day of strain pretty much rendered me helpless. I hate the onslaught of injuries. Let me do a count: Wrist (the worst ever), finger, knee, tricep, ankle and now some mysterious part in the bicep. No more, no more!
Gym training is going to start soon, can't say I missed the power training much but it really helped our teamwork, determination and to steel ourselves for any challenges that come our way. But sad enough to say I just lack the will to push myself in running. For now I'd rather do any physical training other than running. Can't wait to train to regain my loss in height.
Sometimes I wonder if what we're doing haven't been enough, if what I've been doing can only take me as far as half the distance. Sometimes to do your best isn't enough. I wonder how much will it take for me to perform at my best ever. But then again, there is no "best". Only better, better and better.
One more year to go, one last year before I leave Dunman. My last chance! If there's even a possibility of lifting a cup with my own hands I'm going to all out to achieve that. Don't want to leave with regrets. Don't want to end up bawling my eyes out again. Don't want to feel crushed with disappointment and see others crushed with it too.
I'm willing to and going to do whatever it takes, and if my giving 200% is still not enough then 300% it shall be.
We've gone through so much and gone so far, we can manage a little further more :)
Underdogs probably won't be going under anymore.
