you, I suppose
what I mean
when I stare
So, I’ve decided to do another 90 days of P90X.
Not that I’ve failed myself from the last session, or that my body has resumed its normal course of being normal; but rather, I felt good on the program when I completed it a while ago. I felt like a million bucks all the time, and I felt like Tony was there with me in my living room sweatin’ to the oldies like I was. There wasn’t much distance between me and Tony and I think he even knew that at times.
In many ways, P90X gave me a new appreciation for not only the compass of my own body, but also a recognition into what goes in and out of my body. P90X gave me, as I’m still learning, a new edge on what it takes to simply bring your “A” game to everything. The workouts are one thing, but the mental toughness it gives you is another.
If you really think about it, the program’s mission isn’t designed to make you a lean mean fighting machine, but instead, it’s gives you the knowledge base for gaining the insight as to what truly makes a person see him or herself as fit. It gives you the strength and character to ask yourself the tough questions that go into what makes you healthy compared to someone who isn’t. So, having been through it before, I’m fairly confident I’ll hit the pause button a few times, or stop and grab more water than I should, or even tell Tony to “stick it” more often than I should. In the end though, I’ll be thankful Tony exists and made such an outstanding program.
So, why am I starting this program again?
Because it makes me feel like each time I square up against it, I’m squaring up against myself.
Happy hunting boys and girls.
So, I’ve come to the magical conclusion that no one will know everything all the time.
In fact, no 0ne will know most things all the time.
If we’re truly blessed, we’ll have the ability to gain some insight into one exact thing that fascinates us to learn more about it. However, we’re often too entrenched in our ADHD world that the notion leaves us without too much of a fight.
The other day, I was walking with Sammy-dog and he suddenly reminded me that his day’s are many times filled with joy. He gets to wake up with someone glamming at his every move. He’s well-fed, and each time he raises his eyebrow, he gets the chance to have his way out the door and into his “spot” for his, um…indiscretions.
It’s amazing how much our pets tell us. Largely, we’re too occupied in living out our own fantasies that we often forget that there just may be a fantasy in their world that may not include us.
Even with all the perks.
So, all the time I speak about myself, I’m usually led by the little one without a lease, or a thought as to how lucky he has it.
If anything, he’s walking me around this world…one square inch at a time.