Ten weeks into my boot camp, I am sore.
That says a lot about the difficulty of my workout — and for the fact that I missed a few days due to my dad’s passing. The heat hasn’t helped either. I do terrible when it is over 75 degrees. Apparently my people came from caves in Sweden. I sweat profusely and I get melanomas.
I’ll admit, I was tired this morning. But I’ve been tired for over two years. Getting up and crushing it in the morning is my form of psychotherapy. If I challenge myself at 5 a.m., I can handle what 5 p.m. throws at me. You have to build your will like a muscle.
This morning, my will got a solid workout. I think the most challenging moment for me was bear-crawling across the football field with a 25-lb. weight balanced on my back. I did it. And now I am ready to lose 25 lbs.
I left the field covered in sweat and exhausted. And I’ll do it again tomorrow. Life isn’t going to get any easier. Now is the time for train for it.
Did I mention I am sore?
Take a beating at 5 a.m. so you can take one at 5 p.m.