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“Progress is not achieved by luck or accident, but by working on yourself daily.” -Epictetus
Let’s make one thing clear: I am not an athlete.
Never have been. At the most athletic point in my life, I headed into my senior year of high school at a lean, mean 185 pounds, with absolutely no muscle definition.
Except for my calves. The curse of a lifelong fat kid.
I was in the marching band and had spent that summer riding my bike all over town. I was in the best shape of my life. Which wasn’t saying much, but hey, it was what I had, and I was loving life.
Fast forward 25ish years later, and I’m in the worst shape of my life. In December of 2020, through a weird conglomeration of events involving a friend asking about website design, I began seeing a personal trainer.
Side note: Whatever you do in life, learn a side hustle or secondary skillset. You never know when you’ll be able to work out a beneficial exchange of goods.
I’ve been working out at least 3 days a week since December. No, it hasn’t been easy. Yes, it’s been absolutely worth it.
I could shovel snow off my driveway without blasting my back for the first time in I don’t know how long. I even shoveled the neighbor’s drive because she’s having knee surgery…
