2 Timothy 4:7 "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."
The writer of this Bible verse (Apostle Paul) had been blinded, shipwrecked, bitten by a snake, imprisoned, beaten, whipped, stoned, left for dead, and likely beheaded at the end of his life. Through it all, he held on to his faith, and continued his purpose. Thousands of years later, we're still talking about it.
We're no different than the Apostle Paul. Something in us craves a good fight.
I think that's one of the reasons we voluntarily endure extremely hard workouts.
We feel the adversity out there, and the WOD is some sort of metaphor for the battle we want to fight against the enemy who is prowling around us like a lion.
We know it's good to do battle. Why else would we walk through the door knowing the misery we're about to face?
Unfortunately, sometimes our desire to do battle can end when we walk out the door. While we seek war at the gym, we look for a hammock on the beach with the rest of our life.
Wouldn't it be better to find a fight worth fighting, and lean into it with the same raw energy we tap into during an AMRAP?
Adversity will eventually find us in our hammocks, just as it will find us on the front lines. However, we don't write stories about people who lay on the beach all day.
We write stories about people who face conflict, suffer greatly, and accomplish amazing things.
Let's live lives that are worth writing stories about, shall we?
Have a wonderfully hard day :)