It’s a little after 7 a.m. and I’m still looking for the truck that hit me. Not sure why today was a rough workout for me, but it was. To Coach Clark’s credit, the coaches threw everything but the kitchen sink at us today. And if they had, I’m sure we would have had to carry it over our head.
My shoulders are baked. Tired. Wiped out.
We started off with a mini Super-circuit — a series of exercises that pretty much work the whole body. One minute I was pushing a board, the next I was jumping rope. It was 25 minutes of high heart rate activity. We then ran quick-foot ladders and then went into the weight room (where we did intense shoulder workouts). The last session was starting at the goal line and making out way to the other goal line. In between was crab crawls, inch worms (with a push-up), sit-ups, leg lifts, bear crawls and a plank at the end.
I had run out of steam. There just are days when you’re going to have a bad day. And I was having one of them. But I kept pushing. And pushing. And pushing.
Why? It’s more important to push when you’re ready to quit. When you’re tired. Because that’s the training you need for life. It’s called perfect practice. You gut out the hard time so the field so you can in life.
I’m exhausted. But I do have the satisfaction of knowing that I have enough will to fight through wanting to quit.
It’s the bad days that define who we are. They’re the ones that shape us and keep us moving forward.
Now to look for that $%^ truck that hit me.