Sep
27
holy eff.
Hardest workout I’ve done in a long time. We had to learn a new technique for KB swings because there is no way to do the traditional swing and still make it to 30 in a minute. Even so, I only made it to 30 once.
The rowing was pure pain. About halfway through I let the words pass my lips:
I can’t do it.
I don’t say those words, ever. I don’t like to legitimize weakness by giving it power. Of course I can do it, and I did. But saying “I can’t” is like a burst of light in the distance, taking your focus off the task. Making it harder. And making victory less sweet.
The only things standing in between me and anything in the world I want to accomplish are four words: I can’t do it.
