I pushed a board on a football field 214 yards this morning. I went to the first hash mark and then back. Then back across the field to the second hash mark and then back. And then I went 53 yards across the football field and then back. That was 106 yards right there. As the black rubber pellets rose off the field and smacked me in the face, I wondered, “what the %^&* am I doing?”
But then I realized, I was doing it.
If you had asked if I could have done something like that a couple of years ago, I would have said, “You’re nuts.”
To truly be alive, we have to challenge ourselves with things that our brains tell us we can’t do.
So while I felt like I was dying, I was truly living.
That’s the Next Level.