I realized that today I am a progress junkie.
I was in Combat class today and there is this hateful Track 5 that my Instructor just loves.
It’s chalk full of push ups and mountain climbers and bear crawls and sprints. It’s like fun. If fun was a death march through a desert.
However, today I did mountain climbers, on my toes. I did planks. On my toes.
I didn’t die. Well I wished for it but I didn’t.
Progress. It’s knowing you hate Track 5 but pushing yourself to be badass in the face of death.