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Well...athlete without any injuries is considered to be a dead athlete. Professional sport has never been good for the health. I just do not want to think of what's going to happen when I'm 50. So, what has been keeping me on doing that... Well, first of all I do not feel like I've missed anything because of that compared to others. I do not regret it. I think I am just addicted to it. Sport is a drug for me. All the pain ( and there is a lot of it, believe me), all the joy - it's all addictive. It is said that athletes must be a bit self-torturers, that they enjoy the pain. And I have to admit it is true...I love the pain I get from what I'm putting my body through. While doing it I think it sucks so much, I think of how much it hurts but I don't quit. I push myself to the end. And then comes the reward: the unexplainable satisfaction that fills each cell of the body. Now it knows it can relax...the work is done. The mind is calm, the soul balanced. The other thing is whenever I am concentrated on my performance on the field or in the gym I'm totally in my own zone...in totally different world where there exists no school, no family, no friends, no other world problems. It's like I am taking the time out from everyday life and concerns that come with it. Sometimes I get so into my own thing that I don't even notice people I know around me. They would come to me and ask why I'm not saying hi or why I'm ignoring them. Man...I'm trying to do my thing here...it's not like we are hanging out at the bar or club on friday night, you know.
We'll see how long that will work for me. I definitely understand that track is something I'm doing now and there will be a point when I will have to move on. Because nothing is eternal and the life goes on.
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