I am a Ghost

Each day I go to work knowing I’m going to die.  I die over and over and over again.   This is why I’m so alive.  Paradox.

Each day I awake a doomed man.  I’m going to die.  Each death represents my rebirth as a superior version of my old self. 

My technique murders me.  My skill training assassinates me.  My psychological training punishes me.  I will die.  I want to die.  My workouts shatter my brain’s ability to act as a governor for my perceived limits.  After training, meals, and regen my brain hits the pillow and death takes my old self to the “junk yard” of old training bodies. 

Each death represents my rebirth as a superior version of my old self. 

Tomorrow I will awake a new man.  A doomed man.  I am a ghost.  I am a ghost, because where championships are won, and winners made are the byproduct of numerous self-imposed murders in the shadows.  When the lights come on and the crowd comes out my deaths guarantee maximum LIFE in the ultimate arena of sport!  I am a ghost because when it matters most I come alive!

When competition arrives my deaths will guarantee maximum LIFE in the arena of sport! 

I’m a ghost because I desire transcendence in the arena of sport. One day my body will cease to serve me in the way I wish. Yet, my sport, my sport, and my achievements transcend even the most competitive of social markets. I am a ghost because with the deaths of my training bodies’ and the renewal of my body for Championships, my soul transcends death and sport itself.