It’s December 30, 2017 as I write this, and most of you reading may find yourself falling into one of two camps:
My New Year’s Resolution is _______ OR Resolutions Are Stupid And Here’s Why (But psst…you should do X, Y, or Z).
I’m here to tell you that there is a middle path. It’s pretty simple, really.
Do something worthwhile. Do something memorable. Not for your sake (that comes later), but for its own sake (but not how you think).
Let me explain. Earlier today, I took this picture of a snowy hill behind the new movie theatre in town.
My photo doesn’t do the grade justice. This is one bad, bad climb. I actually got a shaky feeling in my stomach thinking about what it would be like to run this hill in the summertime, with dead legs and pounding lungs.
And then I got an awesome feeling. Because I love running hills. Just like I love squatting and pushing the Prowler. And this is a new hill, so this is a site for new memories.
I don’t need the hill to teach me anything. I already know who the fuck I am. But I need it because I know it will require that I show up, be smart, work hard, and make it sting a little. I need it because I know I’ll have to do a few things right to claim it for my own.
That’s the price of memory. It’s pretty cheap if you ask me.
So find your hill. Maybe it’s an actual climb or maybe it’s something else, but whatever it is–make it yours. Fill it full of yourself, the aspirant you, the best you. Invest in practice and collect in memory.
Just…I like to run by myself so can you find another stretch please?