The Lesson, As Always....
I'd headbutt, but I don't really mean it.
First things first: I'm an idiot.
An ability to deal with pressure is always something I've prided myself on. I like to think that when stuff needs to happen, or things are tight, I have the power, near almost an ability to will myself, to come through (despite what you might think, pressure is not what caused us to have three straight 3rd's in the 4x400. I did not collapse under pressure, I was just done. Spent. Toast. You can tell the difference because I could not lift myself off the track afterwards. I didn't even have enough energy to string together a coherent sentence, I mostly just muttered, "shoes...", but that's neither here nor there.)
However, I have faltered. You see, this wasn't comfort zone, been there a hundred times on the track pressure. This was foreign. This was something I was not used to, and haven't been for a long long time. This made me think I was Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer.
Bottom line, I blew it. And if I knew what to do, then I'd do it.
The next line is something about getting back around to the point you had, but I don't really have a point. I did kinda yell at myself, say some bad words that I would never say around the Kid, and prepare myself for the inevitable onslaught of "why didn't you?"s that will come my way tomorrow in the office.
You're looking at the receiving end of some harsh lectures tomorrow morning, let me tell you. Oh well, here's to waiting for the weekend to do what you should have done today.
K bye.
UPDATE:
I march to the beat of my own, slightly off-rhythm, drummer. Bring on the jokes, oh office workers, because it's when I'm good and ready. Also, why did I put on dress socks this morning, but then throw on my sneakers? Sometimes I amaze even myself.
First things first: I'm an idiot.
An ability to deal with pressure is always something I've prided myself on. I like to think that when stuff needs to happen, or things are tight, I have the power, near almost an ability to will myself, to come through (despite what you might think, pressure is not what caused us to have three straight 3rd's in the 4x400. I did not collapse under pressure, I was just done. Spent. Toast. You can tell the difference because I could not lift myself off the track afterwards. I didn't even have enough energy to string together a coherent sentence, I mostly just muttered, "shoes...", but that's neither here nor there.)
However, I have faltered. You see, this wasn't comfort zone, been there a hundred times on the track pressure. This was foreign. This was something I was not used to, and haven't been for a long long time. This made me think I was Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer.
Bottom line, I blew it. And if I knew what to do, then I'd do it.
The next line is something about getting back around to the point you had, but I don't really have a point. I did kinda yell at myself, say some bad words that I would never say around the Kid, and prepare myself for the inevitable onslaught of "why didn't you?"s that will come my way tomorrow in the office.
You're looking at the receiving end of some harsh lectures tomorrow morning, let me tell you. Oh well, here's to waiting for the weekend to do what you should have done today.
K bye.
UPDATE:
I march to the beat of my own, slightly off-rhythm, drummer. Bring on the jokes, oh office workers, because it's when I'm good and ready. Also, why did I put on dress socks this morning, but then throw on my sneakers? Sometimes I amaze even myself.
posted by Rich @ 11:21 PM
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