WE'RE COMMANDED NOT TO COVET, but boy do I ever!
How awesome would it be to be out of shape?
To be doughy?
To be unable to ride 5 miles on a bike?
To cringe at the idea of riding up a small hill?
To be clueless as to sports nutrition?
To have no idea about the connection between sleep and performance?
For my lover to worry about me flattening her if I rolled over?
For my kids to let me rest for fear playing would kill me?
Wouldn't that be dawgawn amazing?
I'm not bragging, just stating the facts. I'm the opposite of the above. I've fought hard to be this way. Been teased by my family at get togethers. It's been worth it, and I've loved the battle. But, now it's really, really hard to improve. To move the needle. I'll keep trying, but man I long for the days of every week getting better.
I'd love to know every week would show improvement,
lighter,
faster,
stronger,
sexier,
to be like Michael Angelo and be chipping away,
revealing my David...
I covet you who know you can do better,
So do it!
Join me,
it's a lot of fun to be a coveting sinner like me.
