Down With The Sickness

You know this look. You've had it before. When something hard and tough is looming before you and you're digging deep to find some energy, some nerve, some wherewithal to survive the sh**storm that you know is coming.It's called perseverance. And it happens every single day here.We can see it in all of you – the stare, the look, the mental bracing.Everyone has a different way of preparing, of coping, of bringing up the guts to do what they have to do.I'm a starer, but only briefly, because I also suffer from impatience (not always the best quality, trust me). Somebody else looks at things out of the corner of his eye, like a cat getting ready to pounce and kill some unsuspecting mouse. And another might dance up to the task at hand, while still one more will sashay, almost daring the challenge to resist her charms.Everybody's different, yet we're all the same. We're all scared.Scared that we will falter, that we will fail, that we will end up bloodied and bruised and shaken.But we tackle the task anyway. We have to. It's almost not a choice for us anymore. The harder the task, the more we want to try it.It's a sickness we all have. An illness that has infected all of us, not just here in the gym, but in our workplaces, our schools, and our homes. We embrace tests of our strength, our mettle, our heart. We long to find out what we're really made of. It's a disease that doesn't harm us, however, and that oddly makes our lives better and more thrilling, and the conquering of that fear and those tasks makes us feel more alive. It's a virus that we have passed from person to person ... and there's no going back now. So just keep moving.