It’s Friday. Your bed is warm and the floor is cold. You muster the energy to get your feet on the ground and head to the gym but you’re sore. Tired. Worn out. Your muscles burn. You don’t want to be there. You could just go through motions. You know, give half effort. I mean, who would know if you did? It’s a victimless crime, right? Just coast on through the workout to the weekend and everything will be just fine.
But you don’t. You reach down inside of you and pull out a little more effort. You lean into your exercises and get the most out of them. You hurt. You’re tired. But your body responds when your brain tells you it can’t. You unmask your brain for what is: A liar. You push. Sweat drips downs your face and into your eyes. The sting reminds you that you are alive. And when the hour is up, you feel a sense of satisfaction that powers you through the day. You wanted this. You trained your muscles.
And you trained so much more.
It’s Friday. Your bed is warm and the floor is cold. You muster the energy to get your feet on the ground and go look for a job — but you’re sore. Tired. Worn out. Your heart aches. You don’t want to move. You could go through the motions. You know, give half effort. I mean, who would know? It’s a victimless crime, right? Just coast through your life and everything will be fine.
No, it won’t’ be fine. You have people depending on you. So you reach down inside of you and pull out a little more effort. You lean into your life and get the most out of it. You hurt. You’re tired. But your body responds when your brain tells you it can’t. You continue to push. The sting of fear reminds you that you are alive. You feel a sense of satisfaction that powers you through the day. You needed this.
You’ve trained so much more when you worked out.
You trained your will.