I HATE EXCUSES

I HATE EXCUSES, even the good ones.  Especially, the good ones.  The only excuse I ever loved was what we told the schools when we wanted to ditch...

... I have a dental appointment.

The rest,
suck.

Like the ones I wanted to use today.

I had positioned myself perfectly to make it up the worst 3 minutes climb on the planet.

Right behind the super fast cats.

The only chance I have is if I suck wheel into it, 
and perfectly carry my momentum,
latch on the tail of the group.

Normally, I like to be just on the outside of the bunch as we hit the bottom.

This time, I rolled the dice and stayed in the center.

This is where the excuses get inserted...

... yawn...

... I missed the decisive move.

It's normal for me, I'm sure not you because you are smarter and braver and tougher...

... to let the excuses pour into my mind.

If only such and such...

... well, screw that!

I missed the move due to my poor positioning.

Plain,
and simple.

The reason I hate excuses is because they are debilitating.  

Once they start pouring in the motivation wanes.
The drive stalls out.
We wanna quit.

Excuses suck,
like getting a root canal.