If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them." – Thoreau, Walden
Training has always been what grounds me. It takes me to the very root of who I am and what I want for myself, and it lays the foundation for how I show up in the rest of my life. I choose to suffer in the gym because I choose to suffer in the gym. That need is at the core of who I am, and embracing the uncomfortable allows me to both get quiet and live loud.
Grit has become my arena. It’s the physical grounding in my commitment to feed the wolf. Train. Adapt. Evolve. And wear bows and make poops faces. For one hour, I make the commitment to become fully present to who I am and what I need, and everything else that is pulling for my attention gets put on mute.
The foundation laid in the gym allows me to live a big fcking life outside the gym- a life that is beautiful, powerful, and terrifying. I can find myself face down, and still get back up. I can dare greatly, knowing that I will eventually fail and have the heart to say, I’m still all in.