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Friday July 16, 2010

So to begin this I will tell the truth, "It was friggin hot today!!!!" I literally thought my skin was going to melt away from my flesh. I warmed up and 30 minutes later Skate-to-Foot. I managed 6 steps this time. Still 6 decent steps. Norvell and Joe killed me. I was sad for a moment, next. Everything seemed normal until I started the running part of our workout. Sun + Humidity + Being out of Shape = Death

It felt as if someone injected a straw into my body and began to slurp all of my energy. The thermometer on my phone displayed 93 degrees but it felt like 193 degrees. I mean it literally was hazy on the track from the Sun beams raining down on me. Good thing I hydrated really well before I left the house. Otherwise I would still be out on the track now, passed out and turning into a raisin.

One more truth: I am out of shape but I won't feel sorry for myself. I've learned to take it a day at a time. Step by step, slow and steady. The entire time I ran I kept telling myself, "This will all pass, its going to be alright." Comforting words from my inner me willing me to continue. Once I was done in from the running. This time it was at least 20 degrees hotter than Wednesday, so I couldn't be too hard on myself. In the end I have to continue to push myself to become better everyday. Whether its running a little harder or doing more reps in the gym. It begins will sacrifice. I question and challenge myself to work hard even when no one is looking. That's when it counts. When the only person staring back at you is the track or a dumbbell, what do you do?

I've learned that over the years as a collegiate athlete I cheated myself so much. There where days where I eased off when I should have went harder. Lifting sessions where I had 2 more reps but quit instead. Nights where I should have studied and went to bed at a decent hour. The list goes on and on. What I learned from my past experiences is that life, school, track will give you what you put in. If you don't give 100% every time don't expect a miracle to fall from the sky. The next time I come to a fork and want to give up or quit or slack I will tell myself, "All progress in my life will occur when I dare to be better. Because I want to be better." Everyday I try to be a man of value. Exceeding what I did yesterday. Even if I am an ounce better, that's progress. Do you dare to be better?

Signing off,

D