I stomp the snow out of my workboots, the manner looks like something of a slow motion run, like part of a traditional dance. I mentally think of the haka, and something else…maybe the opening of a cossack dance performance I’ve seen.
I do this at work very very often.
One could go stomp around on hard surfaces, it’ll either build or break you.
It builds me.
There’s a lot of power in this outlook : “that shit don’t break me down, it builds me up”.
Repetitive stress? Say running. If you don’t consider it a thing you won’t be negatively affected.
I don’t consider injury to be a possibility for myself, in my life, in my world. I am resilient. I’m indestructible. Therefore I am.
Persistence & Tenacity