Fast forward 16 hours later I am sat at a £1-£2 game with £1,300 in front of me.
£700 profit. I am sure if I stayed I would of hit my £1k target, but I was actually near enough passing out.
Looking slightly beaten down after 16 hours...
After dropping £600 the other night at The Vic (which could of easily gone the other way), I went to bed and could not wait for the next day.
I was so fucking determined to get back on track. The motivation I have right now is unbelievable.
The worse I run, the more unfavourable my results, the more mistakes I make, the lower my hourly rate gets, the more determined I get.
A losing session is like throwing petrol in a blazing fire for me.
I have a played 19 sessions out of a possible 20, and clocked up 129 table hours this month! I pulled myself out of £1k hole, and I am so desperate to finish this month on a positive note!
Not sure how healthy it is, but fuck it.
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