I’m nine days out from the British, and still getting the work in, and still going through the traditional rollercoaster feelings from the highs of \u201caw yes, I\u2019m pretty good at this stuff\u201d swooping down to the stomach-lurching \u201cargh, I forgot how to bench\u201d via \u201cwhy is this suddenly heavy?!\u201d and \u201cweird, did I forget to put those extra 5kg plates on?\u201d\n<\/p>\n
Add in the surreal pre-competition dreams, and this is the now-expected ebb and flow. Even though I have learned to expect it, I still get caught out by the emotions that come with the ups and downs. Until I remember that it’s just what happens, and then it becomes rather reassuring. It’s just part of the process, like fretting about how fat my knees look when I wear a singlet.<\/p>\n
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