I was lying on the turf, arms stretched out and breathing deeply. It was the end of my first week of workouts and we were doing the Yoga corpse pose — a.k.a. lying there like we were dead. I felt the air enter my lungs and come back out. I was tired. But it was a good tired. Not a tired from stress but one from work. Accomplishment. Achievement.
Because that kind of tired brings with it satisfaction. I felt sore. But I felt like I had achieved something this week. I worked hard during my bootcamp and I got better.
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions and for many years, I’ve worked on the road crew. Good intentions are great — but don’t amount to a hill of beans. Action is what changes you. And that’s how you change the world.
I wish I had figured that out earlier. But I am glad I have. Wishing things will change is a mirage. A farce. A joke. Working your butt off to make change happen is where the magic is. Achievement is life’s secret sauce. Hard work is its best friend.
I looked up at the sky. The rising sun illuminated the morning clouds and I felt peace. After a week of working out, I feel like my brain was exercised the most of all.