I Am Kind Of Like A Diesel.

I Was, Without Exaggeration, A Delinquent Teenager.

I Am Nowhere Near My Limit. I Just Want To See If There Are Such Things As Limits. I Want To Go And Find Out.

Sport That Consumed Me For Over Two Decades . . . Is Now Gone. Now It's Just Me. No Pressure, No Expectations, No Need To Be Fast, Good, Strong Or To Even Improve. Yet I Can't Let Go Of This Idea That I Always Need To Be More Than I Am. And It Is Eating Me Alive.

My Goal Is To Try To Avoid A Regular Job.

What I Have To Do Now Is Figure Where My Passion Is, And Follow My Heart; I've Proven That If I Have The Passion For Something Then I Can Succeed. I Haven't Been Listening To My Heart In The Last Little While.