I train because getting down on the kitchen floor for a set of situps is something they’ll never do.
It sets me apart.
You may make more money than me, own a nice car, and a nice home, or maybe not. Society can say you’re worth more than me, that I’m nobody, and yet I’m your physical superior.
You can put me anywhere, and I’m still going to workout that day.
Equipment, no equipment, doesn’t matter. I’ll do my daily PT.
I’ve done calisthenics in more places than you’d imagine.
Between weight workouts and my daily PT I’ve trained every day for the entirety of my legal adulthood. No days off. I’m not built soft like that.
Often I’ll have people say that given
the circumstances where everyone else quits, that I’ll slip, sit on a couch and turn on a television instead of hitting the floor be it at the gym or at home, and then fall into that negative habit like how all the surrender monkeys live.
That’s not me.
I’d rather die than miss my daily pushups. For it to happen I’d have to be physically incapacitated.
A couple years back (April 2018) I did a set of three while ridiculously feverish to keep the streak alive.
The television has nothing for me, and it’s obvious that it never did anything good for you.
Still you watch.
And I PT.
You’re you.
I’m me.
Persistence & Tenacity