But only in the beginning.
Once you’ve built that muscle up, what you could barely do before will be your warm-up.
That’s how I feel about learning and executing. There is a ton to learn.
Skill is built daily in the trenches.
Take heart in the beginner’s mind. Allows you to always grow and adapt.
The process takes you to the prize.
You know what gets me.
That little fear in the back of my head.
Saying don’t stick out, you’ll be safer with the group.
It’s that S.O.B. that I have to fight day in & day out.
And then, something good happens and that fear tranforms.
Now, it says they are going to laugh at you.
All the while I keep going.
[Tweet “I can’t run from my fear. But I damn sure can run it over.”]
I’m doing the work.
No time, on my calendar for fear.
Start Month – 254.1 lbs.
End Month – 253.7 lbs.
Miles Ran – 21.2
Average Pace – 10:57 min./mi.
Cardio – Following a schedule put together on Runkeeper to get me in shape for a 10k. Missed 55% of the scheduled training sessions. However, I made up most of them by doing the work on different days.
Weights – Still not getting back into lifting, yet.
Overall, it was a mediocre month. I need to do a much better job staying consistent. That will be my key to success.
I read alot. Everywhere. Always. I enjoy it.
My wife says I can’t sit down without reading something. I agree sometimes it gets out of hand.
But let me explain. To me reading is a conversation. The author and I are talking to each other. If I agree I keep reading. But more interesting are the times when I disagree and still keep reading. Means one of two things happened. I’m trying to get more information or the author has piqued my curiosity.
I found I have a preference when it comes to what I read. Short, snappy sentences that get to the point. My eyes glaze over at long, wandering sentences that add little to the story. Each sentence I ask, so what? and what’s the point?
Conciseness. To be specific.
Recently, I found an author that sums up how I feel all the time. Read his work. I recommend you do, now.
“Nobody Wants To Read Your Shit.” by Steven Pressfield
The world pressing down on my shoulders and riots in the streets.
Yet I still feel ecstatic, no matter what. I will be good. Confidence? Cockiness? Maybe a little of both.
It’s this irreducible axiom. Sorry, translation; it is all good.
My base premise is that the world is good.
The fire, life, pain, suffering; each is an aspect of this great life we get to live.
So, yep there is bad shit in this world. No doubt.
People say to me they would love to live in my rose-colored world.
JUMP IN, the water is warm.
