I spent a few minutes after my workout looking around the gym for my butt. Because I ran it off today.
Yes, I am buttless.
Of course, I didn’t have to show up at all. I had a speech in Wesson, Mississippi last night and didn’t get home until after 11 p.m. I could have slept until 6 a.m. and Lord knows I needed the sleep. No jury would have convicted me.
But I would have. I would have been mad at myself all day for missing. Personal responsibility is a powerful force when it moves into your life. It nags you. It scolds you. It keeps you on task. So my eyes opened four minutes before my alarm went off and my feet hit the floor.
I don’t know if it is true that 80% of success is just showing up but I do know that 100% of failure comes from not even making the effort. And even though I am buttless, I am glad I went. Because today was an epic workout.
Line One started with the circuit. I started with today’s least favorite exercise: Inch worms. Then it was ladder-drill time. That’s one drill where I need to work on my quickness. We then moved on to step-ups and sprints. I could feel my 4.5 hours of sleep on the sprints. My legs felt like jelly. Step-ups kill my knees — I actually fear them a little bit. We then went to Wayne where we did sit-ups, thrusters, pushups and jumping jacks with sprints in between. I was next to Tommy — who I love working out with. He pushes me to be better. That’s the beauty of working out with Paul Lacoste. Paul’s great — but the true joy of PLS comes from the people you work with. They push you. They make you better.
And then we got to the treadmills.
We ran at 7.5 mph for 8 minutes — with the last minute being a 9-mph sprint. Son of mother trucking biscuit.
Come to think that’s where I ran my butt off. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to go look there for it.