Yesterday, heading home, I spied my friend Kevin out getting some exercise. As any good friend should, I wanted to offer inspiration and encouragement, so I quickly stopped, rolled my windows down, and grabbed the iPad that’s connected to my stereo.
Moments later I was rolling slowly beside him with my music blaring.
Bomp! Bomp! Bomp!
Bomp! Bomp! Bomp!
“Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.”
If you’ve never done this to one of your friends, you should. I promise you that it’s great fun. Just ask Jbt Walters, I’ve been doing it to her for years.
You know the song, right?
Eye of The Tiger, the theme song to Rocky III.
It’s the ultimate endurance song. According to Wikipedia, it’s impossible to feel unmotivated if this song is playing at or above a certain volume.
You know the words, it’s about refusing to give up.
“Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive.”
“Went the distance now I”m not gonna stop.”
These last couple of weeks I have not felt like going the distance. On a couple of fronts, things have not worked out exactly the way I’d expected them to. Nothing terrible - nobody died or anything - just a short period where my stuff isn’t coming together the way I want.
I’ve felt defeated.
Often our response to defeat is to quit, to seek comfort.
Didn’t lose any weight on that keto diet this week? Quit.
Facebook ad didn’t bring any new customers? Quit.
Got passed over for a promotion? Quit.
That’s pretty much how I responded. My schedule has been off kilter - I haven’t been getting to the office until 1-2 hours later than I usually do. I’ve missed a handful of workouts, something I haven’t done in almost a year. I haven’t written anything on my blog/Facebook for almost two weeks and the May issue of All Right, Sally is still sitting here 75% done.
I haven’t quit, but I definitely haven’t been playing my hardest.
And do I feel any better?
Hell no! I feel worse, of course.
It’s times like this when you have to channel your inner Rocky, bring the stamina, and just power through it.
So today I got my ass out of bed despite the fact that I didn't want to so I could get to the office early like I needed to. Then I went to an early meeting (that I could have easily skipped) before meeting Julia for yoga that I didn't want to do. Now my emails and voicemails are caught up, I’ve written this story, and I’m fixing to roll through a “Twelve Minutes of Death” workout before heading my afternoon meetings.
Another day of this and I should be back to normal.
I should send a thank you card to Kevin, if I hadn’t seen him out walking yesterday I wouldn’t have woken up today with The Eye of The Tiger.