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Some days just suck like dumbbell workouts. Some days, you just can’t win.

No matter what you do, it’s wrong. My son’s teacher calls it the “You Can’t Win!” Show. No matter what door you pull, what number you guess, what answer you give — you’re just wrong. “Congratulations, You Can’t Win!” . . .  again and again and again . . .  and you keep on playing.

Maybe you’re halfway through the WOD when you realize the weight on your bar is way too heavy and your form has gone to hell. Maybe it’s rainy and dark on your run. Maybe you can’t even work out because you played “You Can’t Win!” yesterday and messed yourself up already by being foolish.

These days happen. Just a fact of life. Some days you’re in the “You Can’t Win!” show. And you can’t — you won’t — win.

So what should you do?

Grit your teeth and get through it. Just like everything else. Set your jaw and hang on. Smile through your tears.

Because it won’t last. It can’t last. Nothing does. Everything passes. And this too shall pass.

Not every WOD is going to a great one. Not every lift is going to be a PR. You’re not always going to finish first. And not everyone is going to love you and think you’re fantastic like your mom or dad did.

Some days just suck like dumbbell workouts. But here’s the really, really cool thing: You get a whole new day tomorrow. And, on that day, you’re going to kick major a** . . .

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