My Story Part One Hundred Eleven

I’m the living embodiment of my own worst critic. I know it but it doesn’t stop me.

I’m never fast enough, or strong enough, or have enough endurance. The bike is never well tuned enough. The weather is either too hot or too cold or too windy or too voggy.

Nothing’s ever perfect.

The truth is, yes, nothing is ever perfect. And I am hard on myself, but I’m hard on myself for one reason: I want to improve.

I want to get better.

How much better is better enough? There’s a question without a great answer. I’m guessing when I get there I’ll know–but I may never get there.
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One Response to “My Story Part One Hundred Eleven”

  1. sarakata Says:
    March 26th, 2010 at 1:11 pm

    Ryan! you gotta strive to be better without beating yourself up everyday!
    Even if you’ve only moved a millimeter forward from yesterday, it’s still a millimeter. Celebrate it! 😀

    and happy friday, too! 🙂