The guy next to me started whacking his hand off the side of the TV.
When I glanced over, I saw an HGTV house fixing couple scrambled across the screen.
I don’t watch tv when I run. I stare into a blank black screen that shows a dark reflection.
I like that reflection. Sometimes I see pain. Sometimes I see pride.
It made me wonder if the picture I was seeing today was blurred.
My Thoughts, My Vision, My Desires?
I asked myself if I was clear.
Answering that would require further questioning.
Is there anything that you’re scared of….Yes.
Are you scared to work hard…..No.
Are you scared to train hard….No.
Are you scared of not getting what you need….No.
Of not getting what you desire…..No.
Of losing all of your financial stability….No.
Of changing your career….No.
Of taking control of your destiny….No.
Of owning what is yours….No.
Of abandoning comfort….No.
Then what are you scared of?
I was ready to quit 2 minutes into yesterday’s workout.
Somewhere in between that and when I finished about an hour and 10 minutes later I became a walking, talking, heavy breathing, bone aching, tear dripping, sweat pouring, MONSTER.