I have a song stuck in my head. It’s about John Henry. In case you don’t remember, he is the man/legend who outperformed a steam drill with his hammer. He won the contest, but the exertion killed him.
We all have our own metaphorical version of the steam drill. We are going to lift that nice round number weight if it is the last thing we do. We are going to catch up to that person who always laps us on the track one of these days. We are not going to let some stupid hill defeat us.
Here’s the thing: dying doesn’t seem to be a lot of fun. Injury is definitely not fun. I love big goals, but let’s take the long view, defeating one mini drill at a time, coping with the soreness, gaining strength, endurance, and power, and then tackling the next drill.
We may not be legends, but we will be happy and healthy, and that’s pretty good.