Right, enough music samples provided courtesy of YouTube, i talk. I fear not, as i am accompanied by a good coffee. I have been late to discover this, but joy is felt because 'good' coffee can be supplied at work. I still nip into the good cafe for a morning espresso before taking the long bus trip (45 minutes is long isn't it, or it's just me). Then when in the office, I decided to keep my water levels topped up, keeping me awake in the morning (it's quite the opposite from boring, but you get what i mean). I have water in the mornings. I took a risky gamble the other week in accepting a 'coffee'. I had visions of a disgusting instant coffee being given, one sip being drunk, then thrown away. However, I was then asked if I wanted an 'Americano'. I duly accepted, as this is my favourite, and I usually opt for a 'black Americano' when out at a cafe. I hadn't investigated this unbranded coffee machine, standing lonelily around the other side of the office. Aided by it's surprise, it was quite easily, one of the nicest coffees i've had (and shall be repeated, regularly).
I apologise if I'm boring you, but hey. When i make coffee at home, I make what I see as a 'black coffee'. Up until last week, I really couldn't understand why, when out in a cafe, I would have to order a so-called 'americano' (no longer called a 'black coffee'). I had to investigate, as it is essentially a 'European' drink (i think), it seemed such a shame for the US to conquer this as well (Starbucks is already the epitomy of evil hell, to me, but hey). Investigated, and to my joy 'Americano' was a term used by Europeans referring to how American GIs drunk European coffee, when stationed in Europe during the second world war. For me, that's ok. 'Starbucks' is one of the very few corporate names i name, as it is such a big ruler, I have no fear.
I now own up to a big weakness. I am superstitious. I have already told stories of black cats etc, on this blog, when which I was uncertain of the fate involved. Earlier in the week, whilst brushing my teeth in the bathroom, i accidently knocked the mirror off falling into the sink. I watched in utter horror, could there be anything worse than breaking a mirror? To much relief, i picked the hard case up, turned it over to find a fully preserved mirror. My relief was huge, i didn't know if this was a case of good luck, instead of bad luck being had it broken. It was quite a while ago now, but i remain very careful with everything, as I don't think good or bad luck has struck since.
I want to, ever-so briefly, try and sum-up my views on doping in professional Sport (impossible, but i will try). I am troubled by my own views. I think that essentially, part of sport is training yourself to be better and better. When 100%, if you know that you can be better than 100%, then you are not at 100%. Delving philosophically, does 100% exist? Is it not just part of human nature to want more? So falling back down to correct, 'legal' level is the only time when we, ourselves can reach 100%.....
....... confused? I am, I was going to admit to probably being susceptible to the desire, if a pro-athlete (amazing that no club scout spotted my football skills down the local common).
The next section, is a bit of egotistical rubbish, maybe. Often, when thinking (dangerous, but i do, believe it or not), I desire plenty of things, and know that i will spend the rest of my life wanting, thinking 'what if?'. I make myself realise that at the time of my accident, I had everything, on top of the world, but just didn't want to realise it. I was studying on a design course, had essentially finished, reached the end of the 'education road' (of which i was very satisfied). I had completed my cycling goals (raced, ridden up Alpe D'Huez at the TDF, was member of a good close club,etc). I had seen my insurmountable musical heroes, Radiohead, at Glastonbury. I enjoyed spending time with a beautiful girlfriend, feelings were reciprocated. Four big big things, making up my life, done, ticked off the 'to-do' list. Design, Cycling, Music, and Girls, ME.
When I panic, thinking, 'but i can't....', I stop and realise i how lucky i am to have reached that stage. The extra five years is a bonus.
I apologise if I'm boring you, but hey. When i make coffee at home, I make what I see as a 'black coffee'. Up until last week, I really couldn't understand why, when out in a cafe, I would have to order a so-called 'americano' (no longer called a 'black coffee'). I had to investigate, as it is essentially a 'European' drink (i think), it seemed such a shame for the US to conquer this as well (Starbucks is already the epitomy of evil hell, to me, but hey). Investigated, and to my joy 'Americano' was a term used by Europeans referring to how American GIs drunk European coffee, when stationed in Europe during the second world war. For me, that's ok. 'Starbucks' is one of the very few corporate names i name, as it is such a big ruler, I have no fear.
I now own up to a big weakness. I am superstitious. I have already told stories of black cats etc, on this blog, when which I was uncertain of the fate involved. Earlier in the week, whilst brushing my teeth in the bathroom, i accidently knocked the mirror off falling into the sink. I watched in utter horror, could there be anything worse than breaking a mirror? To much relief, i picked the hard case up, turned it over to find a fully preserved mirror. My relief was huge, i didn't know if this was a case of good luck, instead of bad luck being had it broken. It was quite a while ago now, but i remain very careful with everything, as I don't think good or bad luck has struck since.
I want to, ever-so briefly, try and sum-up my views on doping in professional Sport (impossible, but i will try). I am troubled by my own views. I think that essentially, part of sport is training yourself to be better and better. When 100%, if you know that you can be better than 100%, then you are not at 100%. Delving philosophically, does 100% exist? Is it not just part of human nature to want more? So falling back down to correct, 'legal' level is the only time when we, ourselves can reach 100%.....
....... confused? I am, I was going to admit to probably being susceptible to the desire, if a pro-athlete (amazing that no club scout spotted my football skills down the local common).
The next section, is a bit of egotistical rubbish, maybe. Often, when thinking (dangerous, but i do, believe it or not), I desire plenty of things, and know that i will spend the rest of my life wanting, thinking 'what if?'. I make myself realise that at the time of my accident, I had everything, on top of the world, but just didn't want to realise it. I was studying on a design course, had essentially finished, reached the end of the 'education road' (of which i was very satisfied). I had completed my cycling goals (raced, ridden up Alpe D'Huez at the TDF, was member of a good close club,etc). I had seen my insurmountable musical heroes, Radiohead, at Glastonbury. I enjoyed spending time with a beautiful girlfriend, feelings were reciprocated. Four big big things, making up my life, done, ticked off the 'to-do' list. Design, Cycling, Music, and Girls, ME.
When I panic, thinking, 'but i can't....', I stop and realise i how lucky i am to have reached that stage. The extra five years is a bonus.
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