I don’t have time to exercise. I make time. I get up and run way before most people hit the snooze. I’m not saying this because it makes me superior. Or special. It’s the only time I can get in my hour of exercise. It’s my choice. I roll out of bed at 4 a.m. ready to run.
I work from 6 a.m. until 10 p.m. during the week. And usually 8 a.m. until 10 p.m. on the weekends. There’s no way in the world I’d be able to pull off hours like that without being in good shape. I know — I tried it when I weighed 248 lbs. and drank sodas for cheap energy. And it nearly killed me.
Exercise gives me time. An hour invested every day allows me to get more done in the other 23. I have more energy. More stamina. More ability.
So I view exercise as an investment. And the payoff of that investment allows me keep moving forward. I won’t work hours like this forever. But believe me, as long as I am, I’ll make sure I keep exercising. I don’t have time not to.