by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I made the trip down to San Francisco with Carlos Certucha for the San Francisco Treasure Island Continental Cup. I always get excited about this race. It is an awesome course and an awesome city. The race was a good step in the right direction from my performances that preceded. I feel i executed this race well. my fitness was not where it should be but I raced smart and the results showed. I had clear water from the beginning but settled for 2nd position in the bay. I felt the pace was high enough to stretch out the pack so I was content for a second finish out of the water. On to the bike we were all very split up and it took about a lap and a half to get organized. eventually a pack of 10 of us worked together to pull away. Off on to the run I built into the run for a 7th place finish. Overall I raced well and feel I am on the upward swing.
Hope all is well, n'ciao for now,