Me me me!

Me me me!

Now that I think about it, its kinda weird that I would feel inspired to make a website, and chronicle my athletic life in an online journal. This coming from the girl that has absolutely no interest in reading other athletes’ websites. I looked at Paula Radcliffe’s once when I was 19, and Deena Kastor’s once when my agent told me I should start one like her’s, back in 2006.

Other than those two examples, I have an abnormal aversion to looking at them. There is something so egocentric about carving out a space in the world wide web specifically for self-promotion. The whole idea makes me nauseous. I’ve heard many of my competitors have sites as well, but I don’t check them out. They probably have some cool stuff on there, not to mention ideas for web design that could inspire me. But on this point, I’m digging my heals into the ground, firmly.

So long as I am a professional athlete myself, spending any time in the world of my competitors distracts me from my own progression. Imagine how f’d up I’d feel right now if I was aware of the inner life of one of my competitors on cloud nine, training like a beast, and here I am going on 10 weeks of doo doo? I might actually feel even worse than I already do on my bad days. No thanks.

Living in my own little world is the best way to heal, improve, and feel good about what I’m doing. What I do is less important than how I feel about what I do.