Today was Prowler Day
Backwards Drag 3x30 yd (125 lbs on the prowler)
Forward Drag 4x30 yd
Backward Drag 30 yd
Forward Drag 30 yd
Died.
I hate the prowler. I really do. It sits in my room, taunts me. It’s no fun to set up- I live down a few steps, so I have to carry the frame up, then the stands, then whatever weight I want to push. I’m not afraid of it getting stolen at least. But then I go and do the work. Then I take it apart and bring it back in. It’s not fun, but it’s rewarding. It’s stored right across from my bed.
Taunting.
Daring.
Challenging.
I go through the thoughts in my mind- “No, I’m sore” “It’ll take too long to set up” “I’ll look stupid doing it” “It won’t be worth it” “It doesn’t even matter.”
These thoughts, the “doubts” of any situation, they scream. They yell. They disparage and ridicule, even attack, they want to hold me back. Luckily, there’s another thought.
“What will I miss if I don’t do this?”
That thought doesn’t yell. It doesn’t whisper. It just says what it says, and then lets it hang, frozen in air. Something you can see and contemplate. Something etched better than in stone because it etches itself in your character. As it works on me, I see images of me a year from now: leaner, more muscular, happier, healthier. Five years from now: playing with my kid, working hard at a job, being happy with who I am. Ten years from now: raising kids, playing with them, working with my hands, not getting tired and run down like everyone else. Twenty years from now: Working, healthy, happy, with a family that I know I can be around for for a long time. Fifty years from now: old, happy, healthy as I can be at 72. Not dead.
I know I can’t control everything, but if I can’t believe I have some control over where my future goes, I don’t want anything to do with life, period. That’s why I make this choice; precisely because I can. This choice limits me now, but it allows me to make many more choices in the future. Choices I couldn’t make if I was diabetic, in bad health, struggling to make it day to day, diseased, weak, and unhappy.
I choose to do this thing so I can choose to do anything I want.