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2005-05-12 - 6:00 p.m.
That's how I feel right now. Like I'm a big ball that's absorbed too much stress and is about to explode. It's weird because I recognise the signs that maybe I'm obsessing with work too much, or placing too much pressure on myself, or worrying unnecessarily. Fear: False Evidence Appearing Real. Hmmm...maybe I've been working on this spiritual hub story a bit too much. But there just seems to be so much work to do. Head hurts. Lower back hurts. Legs hurt. Road Relay tomorrow. I'm hoping that it'll only be 5.45mins of pain but somehow I don't think I have the leg-speed to churn that out. Sigh. Anything under 6 minutes will do me just fine I reckon. Have been running for interview, to interview, to the office to bang out a few cm, to training, to home to bang out yet a few more cm, all the while stressing about whether I'll get everything done before I fly off next Thursday, as well as fretting about whether there'll be a billion and one holes to plug in the stories. And I have to swim 6km in 3 hours on Sunday to prep for the charity swim in June. And I haven't swum for about a month. Whoop-dee-do. Why do I get myself into these sorts of things ? I should ask the clairvoyants at the centre. Oh, and I only managed a 3rd at nationals on Sunday. The hits just keep on coming.
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