The god damn gym
This shit does not let me leave.
Rest weeks are non existent anymore.
I’ve come to accept it
I don’t question it.
I know it’s coming
Even my body knows.
It doesn’t matter if I’m hurting
My mind has grown a separation from the body.
It no longer associates itself with it.
It just aligns itself with what isn’t done yet.
New day, new push ups. New pull ups.
What I did yesterday bears no weight onto what’s required today.
Tomorrow I have to work all day
I won’t have the time to train.
So today I double up.
Let’s see how this goes…
I realize that the gym has become more than just a physical space; it’s a crucible where my mind and body are forged into something stronger. The idea of rest weeks is a distant memory, replaced by a constant drive to push myself beyond my limits. It’s no longer about avoiding pain or seeking comfort; it’s about embracing the struggle and finding strength in the process.
My body has adapted to this relentless schedule, but more importantly, my mind has transformed. There is a clear separation between physical pain and mental determination. This dissociation allows me to continue pushing even when my muscles ache and my energy wanes. It’s a testament to the power of the human spirit—the ability to persevere and continue striving for excellence despite the physical toll.
Each day brings new challenges and new opportunities to grow. The accomplishments of yesterday are merely stepping stones, not final achievements. They set the stage for what must be done today, but they do not lessen the weight of today’s tasks. This mindset keeps me grounded and focused, reminding me that the journey of self-improvement is ongoing and never-ending.
As I anticipate the demands of tomorrow, I prepare myself to double up on today’s efforts. The necessity to work all day means I won’t have the luxury of training, so I push myself even harder now. This proactive approach ensures that I never fall behind, always staying ahead of the curve. It’s a continuous cycle of effort and adaptation, driven by an unyielding desire to achieve my goals.
In these moments of intense effort, I find a strange sense of peace and clarity. The repetitive motions of push-ups and pull-ups become a form of meditation, a way to center myself amidst the chaos of daily life. The fatigue, rather than being a hindrance, becomes a catalyst for my determination. It’s a reminder that I am alive, that I am pushing beyond my perceived limits, and that I am growing stronger with each rep.
As I face each new day, these reflections ground me. They remind me that the journey is about continuous growth and self-motivation. It’s about pushing beyond the limits and striving for excellence, not for the approval of others but for my own fulfillment. And so, I move forward, ready to tackle the day’s challenges with a clear mind and an unwavering spirit, knowing that I am doing it for us—for the person I am today and the person I am becoming.
