I knew I couldn't solve it. Because I couldn't figure out what made her drink when things were going well.
I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead - and that one was myself.
There's never going to be a decathlon that you're going to have 10 events that your satisfied with. You're always, always going to be dissatisfied in something, and that always draws you back to try to retry that the next time you do a decathlon. It's like you go for the perfect 10.

