This morning felt a little different to me. Heading off to Crossfit, my body wasn’t quite as whiny heading downstairs to the car. For the past week or so, I have had some issues on the top outside portion of my left foot. In the past, this would have set me off course – possibly to giving up. But, despite the issues, I did not give up. I adapted. And, by yesterday, my foot was feeling better. I was able to do the workout today with no pain.
I think it was 1994 – my wife’s 10 year high school reunion. A friend was talking about another friend who did not make it. He made a comment that has stuck with me since then – “He’s always so close to getting his shit together, but he gives up just before he does.”
That comment has haunted me so many times. Have I given up before I finally get my own shit together? When I have given up in frustration, have I been so close to the tipping point?
Not this time.