We have a good local library here in town. It helps that one of the Pacer officers works there. It seems like there is always a book that interests me.
For example, I have started reading “Boy Racer” by Mark Cavendish (2009). I have not read much of the book yet so I can’t comment on if it is any good but the following in the prologue did stand out.
A lot of professional athletes have performance anxiety or whatever psychology wants to call it, but winners, born winners like me, just want sunshine blown up their arses. Or if you prefer slightly less vulgar translation, I don’t want the truth – I just want to be told I’m the best.
Is that being confident or cocky?