I think my volume has maximized. I consumé a majority of a Malbec last night, and in my slumber terrifying dreams evoked. Every thing until now but the wine has been routine, yet even now, as I write I am recovering my emotions. Such lurid and horrifying things. How my mind can concoct them, I cannot even say. I wish to forget them. They are not the point anyway.
This all tells me my training is doing well. Tolerance of fear is tolerance of pain. Accepting what is. Stay strong and positive. What choice is there, anyway? Always recall that the preseason has been good to you. Only minor moodiness, but no illness! And you can’t speek of the same from last year, can you! Only 8 more weeks. This will be my best season yet. Trust me.
Mmm. I smell Pepé has pressed the coffee.
Notes: No more malbecs. Also be conservative with chianti’s until a training volume is redueced. Remeber, no restrictions on Pinots though;-O
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