Maybe It’s His FaultPosted: June 13, 2012
Hard work, passion, drive. Showing up every day even when you don’t
feel like showing up. Because I know, from experience, that when I
don’t feel like peeling myself off the couch, it’s the best time to do
it. I always, and I mean always, feel better after that workout.
It’s usually one of my more memorable workouts, too.
Living out here in the country gets a little lonely. Between work,
family and commitments, there’s not a lot of time for friends. And
because I’m a healthcare provider in a small town, I can’t readily
make friends. Patients make poor friends and vice versa. It’s hard
to convince folks to drive for 45 minutes to the country for some type
of combative training. And most of the time, I’m teaching them some
patty-cake drill, not making myself any better or challenging me.
But I refuse to let my skills deteriorate. My mind is a powerful
thing and I find myself fighting in my mind – Kung-Fu style. I battle
the pavement. I battle the heavy bag. I battle the keyboard as I
type this. I battle the voices in my head that still think they have
something to say.
Maybe it’s all Michael Jordan’s fault. Or maybe I’m just making excuses.
**Thank you once again for CTK stopping on over to have a spot of tea! Be sure to check out His Dark Side today as he has a really cool interview that’s well worth reading.**