Many thoughts running through my head right now. Excitement, nervousness, fear. Do I even belong in these games? What makes me think that I'm ready to compete after only two months of crossfitting and poor dieting choices?
Because I'm a competator...
I'm not the strongest, fastest, or smartest. But I've got a huge heart and an Iron will. I will attack each exercise with as much intensity as I can muster. I will sweat and bleed every last rep out of me. I will go to my limits and push even harder.
This competition isn't about winning for me. Sure I want to place as high as I possibly can, but other than that I really don't care. This is about testing myself, to see how far I've come in a such a short time and how far I can take this thing. It's about reminding myself of the competator that I have always been. It's about shedding those years of complacency and moving forward.
It is simply about doing....not talking, not gesturing, just acting and letting the rest sort itself out.
BRING THAT SHIT!!!
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