I trained so hard, just because i wanna win.
I endured the pain, just because i wanna win.
I sacrificed my sleep, just because i wanna win.
I paddled though the program was a bitch, just because i wanna win.
I fight hard, just because i wanna win and not settle.
I grit my teeth, just because i wanna win.
I ignore judgments about me being manly, just because i wanna win.
I gave up my breasts, just because i wanna win.
Just because i wanna win, i lost.
Not given a chance to fight a winning battle is way worse than losing a completed race.
I guess training hard now is the only mean to fight for another medal, to fully heal my loss. This is so dramatic, but what do you know?
It’s not just the race i lost, the pride, gone, to the bottomless-pit.
God, why did my rudder have to break?
