Oh, it's been too long since I've last stepped into a gym. I used to love going to gym then I stopped.
One day I woke up and realized I'm fat. and weak.
I hate being fat and weak. So I'm back in a gym.
Let me tell you this: it's hard to get back into IT. Everything is so heavy and I have get out of breath easily. I'm also bothered by the whole distance to the gym and changing and ugh. So many excuses. I've become the mediocre male. It's really disgusting.
Still, there is a silver lining somewhere.
One, is that I am in the gym despite all this. That's good.
But the mental side of it is still exciting to me. The thing about the IRON that is always, always a honest friend is alluring.
In the midst of everything, is something that you have control over. Sure, coins might go up and down. Sure, your gut might be wrong and your trade might go to shit and what can you do?
Maybe you did something wrong, maybe you missed some signal or maybe...the market just did what the market did. Who knew that shitcoin1 will dump today? Maybe tomorrow will pump but you can't really control this, can you?
That's the beauty of the gym, is something you have full control over. You make the time to go, you push yourself, you go back tomorrow. It's a grounding habit that can give you peace of mind when things go wrong.
When things go well, you can leave the gym feeling like a champ, a superhero...even when you were weak and out of breath.
I love this. I focus on this.
And I go again tomorrow.
I leave you with the words of Henry Rollins.
