Once at a on base gym a guy asked me something about how/ often I work out. Like what my secret was. I said to him what ever I tell you won’t help. I could tell by his face he thought I was insulting him. Then I elaborated. I said you guys probably work out to like look good or be in shape or blah blah blah. I mostly do it because I hate myself and everyone else.
Training is such a humbling experience. You’d think the last thing some one would want to do when they are feeling down is be punch, kicked, choked by someone else. Especially someone else bigger stronger faster and /or more skilled than them. The pain and exhausting makes someone like me who is severely depressed feel something. Then the rush of endorphins helps get me feel better. After four months of being way from the things that helped make life okay for me. I’m back lifting, running, biking, sparing and climbing.
I guess my point if I even have one is If you are anything like me and you can give and work hard and still get your ass beat by life. Whats left for life to bully when you are voluntarily kicking your own ass? That phrase “don’t sweat it” fuck that, sweat it the fuck out literally.
(Source: bostonbrock, via frealsechs)