The Ups, The Downs, and Everything in Between
I debated whether to write this blog post. It’s a weird moment. It’s a shout from the rooftops moment. But I also have reservations. I don’t want to come off braggy. And I certainly don’t want anyone to think I think “my shit don’t stink”. But at the same time, I am really proud of my commitment to my fitness and the strides I’ve made. I will also say, that most days, I don’t acknowledge how far I’ve come or see it. I look at …
Are you afraid? Do you think you aren’t strong enough? Are you afraid you won’t finish? Are you so sad that you are here and that you let yourself get here? These were all things that would go through my head. For two years I went to the gym on and off. (Hell, let’s be honest, for the last 15 years) I would get dedicated for a little bit, eat okay, and then stop going. I always felt good when I finished. But if I …
Well, this wouldn’t be my blog if I didn’t have a post focused on fitness and one of my endless struggles in life. I fall down and I get back up. And I get back up and then I fall down. Let me paint this picture for you. Maybe you can relate to this one. It’s Saturday morning. It’s 6:00 a.m. and I am up! Ready to get the day started. I’m exhausted from the week, but I am energized once again. I throw on …
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Why the fear and loathing quote you may ask. Well, sometimes I can be a little dramatic, but that is the thought that came to my head when embarking on a …