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RANT.
Dear R.Javier,
Fuck off, i don’t need you constantly pestering me about how i need to get 20:30 on my 3 mile. I am working my ass off to attain it. Yet, you still bring me down about it. Fuck you, i am trying, don’t give me that B.S., “you’re still in the 21s, you’re not trying.” Don’t you think i know that? I put so much effort each race trying to attain that goal. I put so much heart into it. Why do you think i get mad and disheartened when someone im usually faster than beats me. You don’t have the right to make my little hope of improvement into “thats still not 20:30.” I don’t run for you, I run for myself. Don’t kill my spirit with your little bullshit. Sure, i took your pestering lightheartedly the first time, now its fucking annoying. Stop reminding me of my failure. I meant it when i said “Fuck you” today. Fuck off, and just let me do my thing. Its more difficult than it looks, asshole.