My alarm was set for 3:59. My eyes opened at 3:45. My feet hit the floor seconds later. I walked onto the football field at 4:40 and by 5:00, I was stretching. My rotator cuff hurts — hell, my whole body hurts.
I have nothing to complain about.
A person I admire is fighting for his life in a local hospital. Another friend is facing a tough breast cancer battle.
I have no problems.
I pushed through my workout. Sure, there were times when I needed coaching. And there were times when I felt completely exhausted.
My mind floated back to my friends. To the fragility of life. To the unfairness of it all. We are not guaranteed a damn thing, yet we treat our lives like we are. We procrastinate and we whine. We complain about the trivial. We hate when we should love. We make bad choices and then blame others for the consequences.
Sweat poured off my nose and I ran my drills. I lifted weights and pushed myself through my pain.
I have no problems.
I have nothing to complain about.