I don’t really want to get out of bed right now. I got a run waiting for me, more push ups and more pull ups. Getting tired of them all. The years almost over though so I guess I just got to suck it up and finish what I started. No, there’s no I guess. I have to. I don’t have a choice. I did not put up with all the pain and discomforts that have come my way thus far to stop now. I didn’t work through this injury to just say I don’t feel like it today. I won’t allow my minds laziness to infect my body. I’ll force my body even if I have to do it without my mind. I’ll go mindless. I’ll go thoughtless. Leaving the only thing that matters to me is my ability to call myself to action. Everything else is useless until training is done. I can go back to thinking when it’s over. Not over yet, I got to get up now and get moving.
The weight of staying still is heavier than the work waiting for me. Lying here doesn’t make it go away. If anything, it grows, creeping into my mind like a shadow, amplifying the effort needed to overcome it. But the truth is simple: once I start moving, the weight will lift. It always does. The hardest part is the first step. After that, I’ll remember why I’m doing this.
I’ve learned that feelings don’t matter when it comes to showing up. They come and go, fleeting and unreliable. What matters is action. Action is constant. Action is what gets the reps done, what moves the needle forward. I can’t think my way through this—I have to act my way through it. The body follows where the mind dares to lead, and today, my mind will lead it into motion, whether it likes it or not.
There’s a strange freedom in going thoughtless, in letting the mind go quiet and focusing solely on the task at hand. No distractions, no doubts, no bargaining. Just movement. One rep, then another. One step, then another. Until it’s done. It’s not about joy or motivation or inspiration. It’s about discipline. Discipline is the foundation, the unshakable core that keeps me standing when everything else tells me to fall.
When the year is over, I want to look back and know I left nothing undone. I want to know that I stood up every time I wanted to stay down. That I got up and moved forward when staying still felt easier. That I lived up to my own expectations, even when it felt impossible. Today is another chance to prove that to myself. Another chance to act, to move, to become.
I’ve wasted enough time lying here. It’s time to get up. Not for anyone else. Not for the end result. Just for me. For the promise I made to myself, the promise that I’ll finish what I started. Everything else can wait. The work comes first.
