Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-One
Discipline.
The sound of the rain dripping onto wet rocks.
Luckily, no dogs this morning.
“You’re coaching again this year?”
I promise it’s because we only meet once a month or two. Really.
Leftover pasta for lunch. Again.
How do we adjust? Who’s thinking what? Did it work?
Step by step.
A cold and wet night, but her cleats look cool.
“If you’re interested in being your best, your inner monologue needs to support the best you want to be. In fact, when it comes to sustained performance, because doubt and disappointment are constant companions, controlling your thoughts is often the ball game.” - The Art of Impossible
