People talking, making not want to move. I hate this, people don’t know me, yet the judge me? They hardly even know my name! Yet they have enough information to talk behind my back? I spend not a moment with these people and they can judge me. I wish they knew who I really was. Maybe they would understand, yes I am different, I have had it harder than you. I am not as athletic as you, or as big as you. But I have the one thing they don’t. Heart, and the will to finish. So keep talking, because I will be here till the end. And there is no getting rid of me.
December 8, 2011