It’s 2:42am. I can’t sleep. The unfamiliar cocktail of caffeine and sugar is still coursing through me, synapses firing and thoughts swirling. I need to write, to understand, to analyse and for catharsis, the disappointment of yesterday’s race raw and grating. The chemical contaminants will work themselves through my system soon but the mental anguish will undoubtedly linger, festering on my psyche, why did it go so wrong? Overriding emotions from a whirlwind of a day. Disgust, loneliness, emptiness, dredging the depths of physical and mental reserves. To do so for victory, be it through winning or personal achievement feels…
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