I’m not a scrooge, but…
Saturday, December 8th, 2007I get really sick of people who are positive all the time. I mean hello, no one is happy about everything all the time, and whether you like it or not..you don’t know everything.(neither do I) I mean I was a cheerleader..but we all disliked the girl on the squad with the 24 hour a day smile on her face…why, was she so darn happy? I believe she was clueless…others I think just lie to themselves..who knows. I was a gymnast, not the best, not the worst but I was a competitive gymnast. And I grew up with the old way of training.. if you aren’t dead train..and train harder…I don’t care..if its hard..or not fun…just do it… and I love training because of this…I love to push myself… My father raised me to believe I will never be the best at anything..and if I’m good enough to do anything..its just a fluke…because there is always someone better out there. Maybe it works for all of you to be the ‘Happy’ Dwarf..and I’m happy when I’m training(or I wouldn’t be there) so don’t ask me why I’m not smiling at the gym at 5am, duh! I’m there aren’t I? Don’t ask me why I’m not happy with my personal best score on whatever..even though its probably better then 85% of others? Don’t ask me why I feel fat sometimes..when by ‘normal’ standards.. I’m not.. This is who I am.. I train hard.. I work hard.. I am not at the gym to socialize, I am not a bad person because of any of this. Deal with it. And if you want to wish me a Merry Christmas..weight until I’m done with my set!






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