I have always been a morning person. When my alarm begins its relentless beeping at 5:00 am, I usually spring out of bed and I am ready to start the day, however, this morning it was though my body was cemented to my bed. Perhaps my body sensed that today was the day that I was going to get back on the elliptical. I spent the morning trying to psyche myself up to head out to the gym. As I walked out to my car suddenly I was Cameron Frye in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off saying, “OK. I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, with–I’ll go. Shit!”
When I arrived at the gym, I headed right for an elliptical. I had set a personal goal for myself to last a solid 15 minutes on that thing. About 7 minutes into a gruelling level 1 workout, yeah, that’s right the easiest level, I once again turned my prayers to any spiritual deity that might hear me begging for mercy and take away my leg pain. At 14 minutes in I got serious with the self talk, “Come on now, you just tied your record, you only have 2 minutes left, you can surely go 2 more minutes.” Ten seconds passes, “Oh no way, that seemed a lot longer that 10 seconds, what is wrong with this thing?” I hit the 14 minute mark and suddenly time stood still. This was the longest minute I have ever experienced short of childbirth. When I finally hit 15 minutes, I hit the stop button as though I was in the lightning round of Jeopardy. I got off of that thing feeling like a total badass and finished out my workout on other machines.
“I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I’m going to take a stand. I’m going to defend it. Right or wrong, I’m going to defend it.” ~Cameron Frye
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