I’ve found no better remedy for a clouded and cluttered mind than an exhaustive fitness session. Doesn’t matter the length, load or number of sets/rounds, only qualifier is to recognize a “limit” and push just over that threshold. On the other side of of that preconceived line in the sand is a mental state I can’t seem to replicate through other ventures. Something happens, in your head… or something breaks, not really sure. The weight/distance is irreverent to your finances, your job or whatever other self-imposed or environmental limitations. Fitness is a personal journey and an incredible equalizer. Have some looming deadline, big event, etc., put in a wicked session then get back to thinking. It’s always helped me gain perspective and get out of my own way.
“The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs.
Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.” – Henry Rollins
Go get after it!
CJ Industries 