I really didn’t think I was going to get through all of this. Since I did though I can’t rest still anymore. Few days remain of this challenge, I don’t have many more of these to go. I particularly don’t feel like training at all today. I just want to call it for the day and make it up over the weekend. I’m not going to though. I’m parked by the park I do my pull ups at. I’m going to walk out of my car and not walk back in until my pull ups and squats are all the way done. That should wake me up enough to have the will to finish all my push ups at home with my writings. Sometimes you don’t have enough in you, so you use some forced action as a kickstart to your drive for action. Everything runs better after you run it for a little. I’m just at a cold start right now, I’ll bring myself level.
Sometimes you don’t have enough in you, so you use some forced action as a kickstart to your drive for action. Everything runs better after you run it for a little. I’m just at a cold start right now. I’ll bring myself level.
The funny thing about these moments is that they always feel insurmountable until you take that first step. I know once I get moving, once I grab that pull-up bar, the fog in my head will begin to clear. It’s just inertia—mental, physical, emotional. It’s all about overcoming that initial resistance. I’ve done it before, countless times this year, and I’ll do it again today. Not because I want to, but because I refuse to let this day end without honoring the work I’ve put in.
This challenge wasn’t supposed to be easy. It was never about being comfortable. It was about showing up, even when I didn’t feel like it. Especially when I didn’t feel like it. That’s what separates this version of me from the one I left behind months ago. I don’t wait for motivation anymore—I act, and the motivation follows. It’s not a matter of if I’ll finish today, but when. That’s the difference now.
Every day like this is a reminder that discipline carries you further than feelings ever will. Feelings are fleeting. They whisper excuses, try to lull you into believing that tomorrow is a better time to try. But discipline doesn’t care how you feel. It’s that quiet, steady force that nudges you forward, one step, one rep at a time, until suddenly, you’ve done it. And you wonder why you ever doubted yourself in the first place.
So I’ll step out of this car, grab the bar, and start. I won’t overthink it. I won’t count the reps ahead or dwell on how much I don’t want to do this. I’ll focus on the first rep, then the next. Because once I get moving, I know the rest will come. I just need to remind myself that the hardest part isn’t the work—it’s starting. And here I am, ready to begin again.
