Today, six men showed up. Five men and me. The jump zone wasn’t safe. The bitch beam lived up to its name. Stud led us in split arm push ups. Churp, of course, led us in burpees. downer stayed up long enough to inspire all of us with his grit. Pj bent, but did not break. jmo was the quiet assassin. The time was set to 34:43 and once we hit start, 42 intervals soon became 41, 40, and ticked down from there.
Today, nobody new came. Today, nobody made a re-entry. Today a team of six got stronger the only way any team does. Today, a few men showed up with the intention of kicking their own ASS. Done so by all.
My ass is dragging as a result. Here’s the good news. Do not miss this. This could be Huge. Here it is. My ass is dragging by choice. My ass is dragging because I pushed myself out of the chronic and into the acute pain. For 34:43 I drug the life out of me. I kicked my own ass as five others kicked theirs. We chose this.
As I write this reminder to me, my system has already returned to equilibrium. And, equilibrium for this system just ticked up a notch. Real, hard, work brings a reward…
Energy.
Yeah baby, energy has returned and my system is better from this kind of choice. Real pain has been replaced by energy gain. And, I’m jacked up with all those feel good chemicals coursing through my brain; naturally, of course. Dragging ass took a hit by six mens choice to show up and stretch. Stretch as in reach inside for one more rep, one more flutter, or one more churp. Dragging ass took a hit…
Life, remember, is an energy management problem. How are you choosing to solve it? You have choices. Your choices have consequences…
BUILT TO LEAD 