This morning I made a choice. I stopped by at the gym after work, for my
usual workout routine. And even though the night had been 13 hours long spent,
with the demands of patients that will put a strain on mental and physical
wellbeing, I knew I had to do this because I had made this promise to myself,
for myself- one promise I knew I had to keep, however hard.
And the work out was hard. Really hard. It becomes a little
ironic when you put yourself through tedious work knowing fully well that you aren’t
being forcefully mandated by any authority to be in that present situation.
You could very well quit, but you are fully aware that your predicament is solely by your
own doing, by the handiwork of your mental miscalculations – Mr stupid? Squatting on a hundred and eighty pounds,
benching on one-seventy, in an up and down rhythm that you wished you didn’t
have to follow. The fibers of your muscles sore, pleading for mercy, when ego won't budge.
Yet quite very often we are told that hard work is the
road to success, and that it pays. And while it's always good to hear popular statements like “no pain no gain,” the pain at present makes this feel good statement sound so elusive and, even deceptive at best.
But eventually the truth is revealed in that there is a greater reward for the sacrifices we
make today for a better and stronger tomorrow.
My hamstrings are still sore, and will probably still be for
another few days. But I have learnt that I can find the boundaries between my
strength and weakness, between my comfort zones and the battle field; to push
my limits beyond the places I have imagined.
That feeling is thrilling as much as it can be scary. But at then end, it’s all concealed in the choices we choose to make. This morning I made a choice; to stay strong, and keep moving.
That feeling is thrilling as much as it can be scary. But at then end, it’s all concealed in the choices we choose to make. This morning I made a choice; to stay strong, and keep moving.
