Fitness to me is analogous to many concepts in life.
It’s tough.
It challenges you.
It requires consistency and constant adaptation in order to get results.
There are many lessons I’ve learned from just working out.
I remember when I was around 10 or 11.
Frankly...I was fat.
I remember being in boy-scouts and feeling embarrassed because every boy my age could crank out reps out push-ups
10...20...30...40...50...
I didn’t know how they could pull it off.
They made it look easy.
Me? I couldn’t even do one.
The memories of being unable to compete with my friends never escaped me.
And I made a pact with myself.
I told myself that I would consistently improve my personal fitness every year while everyone else took it easy.
I told myself that while the average American was on a steep slope to terrible health (in large part due to our accepted health practices and terrible working habits) I’d only improve every year.
I committed myself to not being average...because, who in their right mind would want to settle for “average”.