A tale of the broken

Injured. I’m injured again.

It’s like a never-ending cycle where the gods have decided that I’m not fit for physical activity. I can’t even be angry about it anymore because it has happened countless times. I’m more sad and disappointed, but that’s where you have to dig deep and channel that motivation. It’s from these injuries that fuels the desire to get better, faster, stronger. What’s the point of feeling sorry for yourself? Nothing improves as a result of pity.

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