The day after, Mutaz started knocking on my room and he wouldn’t go away. First I just wanted him to leave. He persisted and was shouting: “Gimbo. Gimbo, please I want to talk to you.” So I gave in and let him in.
We talked. I cried in front of him. He tried to calm me down, and told me what he had to say.
“Don’t try to rush it,” he kept telling me. “You had a big injury, you’re already back in the Diamond League. No one expected that. But now you need to take your time, don’t expect too much too early from yourself. Just see what happens.”
The most important thing he helped me realise was that I had to do it for myself, not for others.
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同埋條友似油王來