For the past few years or so I’ve always had the best of intentions about working out. That is as about as best as I’ve done. Typically I’ll start off pretty strong – I’ll work out for about a week, getting over soreness, trying to increase my cardio, etc. Then during the second week, my persistence seems to wear off a bit. So I’ll miss maybe one day. The week after? O I’ll feel good as long as I go twice. Then after that it’s a flat-line. Things will “come up” and all of a sudden I won’t have time to take care of my body.
Well honestly, I’m tired of being out-of-shape. I’m tired of feeling winded just playing a game of basketball. I’m tired of the weakness of my body. Tired of my loss of quickness, agility, and jumping height. I’m just tired of it
I mean, it’s fun not to work out. It’s fun to eat good fattening food and do nothing all day. People enjoy going out for drinks and staying out way too late. And people cope with having to wake up early and work – I mean what’s coffee for anyways? I mean what’s life for if you don’t enjoy it? You only live once, right?
Right. You do only live once. So who wants to live a life without discretion and self-control? I mean pleasure is fun, but excessive pleasure is ravaging on your body and state of mind. I don’t believe that we were put on this earth to leave undisciplined lives. I don’t believe it’s right for me to not take care of my body.
So for the past two-three weeks I’ve been going to the gym about 4 times a week. I’m doing a lot of cardiovascular and honestly it’s tiring. Running games of basketball and bicycling can wear you down. But it was more tiring being disappointed with my lack of bodily maintenance. So even with my hectic schedule, I still find time to go to the gym and try to bring back my glory days… Just the feeling of actually accomplishing something makes it worth it.
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