Sure, you’re lying on your back, desperately gasping for breath, vision swimming, heart pounding, probably dying… But somewhere in the back of your mind you’re standing tall.
Pride swells your chest as you look back on the pain you endured and the hurdles you leapt to earn this moment. And you find yourself thinking… “Yeah, I just did that.”
I absolutely love that feeling.
It’s a reward well worth the pain invested to receive it.
But these days, I don’t workout just to keep my body strong or to get my “feeling of accomplishment” fix. It’s nice to feel strong, don’t get me wrong, but these days I mostly workout to make myself a better writer.
Don’t follow? Let me explain…