Just a thought

Been a good day, Jnr had hospital tests and a scan but he got the all clear. Middle son got top marks for his prelims and I had a lovely lunch and catch up with a good friend and bumped into an old schoolmate just back from foreign parts. I'm really looking forward to my ride tomorrow though the details may be changing but tonight I am in bed with splitting headache and a tangible sense of uselessness having watched Kranked 7 (MTB vid) and subsequently reminded myself that I am lower on the talent and ability scale than the five year old kid in the intro. Why do I bother [with running or biking] when I am clearly never going to be great at either. I was beginning to get a bit pissed off - jesus I have tailored diet to specific body requirements, shed extra poundage, made myself sick, broken bits, passed up family events...oh you know yourself, the usual stuff which pops into your head when you're tired and cranky.. (never good to navel graze when alone and sore) Then the below popped into my inbox..Poemhunter seems to be able to tune into my vibes as this is now the third time a particularily apt poem has arrived just in time to kick my sorry backside back into gear.



Richard Cory



"Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean-favoured and imperially slim.



And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,"Good Morning!"

and he glittered when he walked.



And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine -- we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.



So on we worked and waited for the light,

And went without the meat and cursed the bread,

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet in his head."



Edwin Arlington Robinson



I'm still never going to be Good Enough but who cares!?



Not me :)

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