Start of a new week, the desire to start off strong is overflowing. I woke up tired and sore, I woke up with no motivation to do any of what I said I was going to do. Then I started doing some. Little by little I felt I could do more. Now I feel as though I can do absolutely everything I told myself I was going to do. If I can make it through this day with what I have in mind finished, I’ll be in a great spot for the rest of the week. I’ll be on target to finish all my pull ups that I had to make up by tomorrow night. The target is there, it’s close. I just need to push through this day. Ohh but it is dragging. The thought of everything that’s still left to do shakes my mind. Doesn’t let it rest. So if it can’t rest I might as well just keep going. At least that way the ask of what I have to do continues to go down with each passing minute.
That’s the thing about momentum—it’s not something you wait for, it’s something you create. Every rep, every step, every small action feeds into it. What felt impossible this morning now feels within reach. The soreness fades into the background, and the doubts quiet down as I keep moving. It’s not that they’re gone, it’s just that the work speaks louder. The work is all that matters right now.
I remind myself that the target is closer than it seems. It always is when you’re in the thick of it. The mind plays its tricks, exaggerating the distance, but the truth is simple: every action I take brings it closer. So I keep going, one set at a time, one task at a time. There’s no need to think about the entire mountain. Just the next step, and then the one after that.
I’ve been here before, at the start of a week, feeling the weight of everything ahead. And every time, I’ve proven to myself that I can handle it. This is no different. It’s just another chance to prove it again. Another chance to chip away at the ask, to show that I’m capable of more than I thought when the day began.
By the time the sun sets, I’ll know I’ve done everything I could today. That’s the goal. Not perfection, but progress. Not the absence of struggle, but the triumph over it. Each moment I push through, each minute that passes with the ask getting smaller, is a win. And by the end of it all, those wins will add up.
